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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mojo Men to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Joe Finger,
Derrick May,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Lungfish,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Black Moon,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers,
Crash Course in Science,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
UT,
Amazonics,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Excepter,
DNA,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Von Mondo,
Quantec,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tomorrow,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
T.S.O.L.,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Black Dice,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.