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 Georgia 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
Cameo,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Whodini,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Tommy Roe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Brick,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
D'Angelo,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Pagans,
Subhumans,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Amazonics,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Remains,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.