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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Darondo,
KRS-One,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
The Remains,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
The Pretty Things,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
The Residents,
Scion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Vogues,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
Bob Dylan,
The Barracudas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
The Doors,
The Fugs,
Leonard Cohen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Dennis Brown,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Sherman,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
Franke,
Soft Cell,
Main Source,
Juan Atkins,
Amazonics,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
The Fuzztones,
Duran Duran,
The Beau Brummels,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.