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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Animal Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Television,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bronski Beat,
ABC,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
H. Thieme,
Con Funk Shun,
PIL,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Wake,
Delta 5,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Trumans Water,
Intrusion,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.