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 Ireland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bluetip,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
The Modern Lovers,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
Derrick May,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Metal Thangz,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.