Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Poland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Copeland,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
The Grass Roots,
Gerry Rafferty,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Red Krayola,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marine Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Doors,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Gladiators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Khruangbin,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
The Gun Club,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.