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 Togo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 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 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 48th St. Collective to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
the Germs,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brand Nubian,
Tommy Roe,
The Moleskins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Techniques,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Slits,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
The Black Dice,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Zapp,
Wire,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Danielle Patucci,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.