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 Hungary and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Warsaw,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Boz Scaggs,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Whodini,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
Erasure,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
the Germs,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Unrelated Segments,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
EPMD,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mission of Burma,
The American Breed,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.