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 Taiwan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Kevin Saunderson to the funk 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Funkadelic,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
John Coltrane,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Godley & Creme,
The Evens,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Derrick Morgan,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Essential Logic,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.