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 India and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Motorama to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
The Names,
Soul Sonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Deadbeat,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
X-102,
June Days,
Junior Murvin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eric Dolphy,
Archie Shepp,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Carl Craig,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Kinks,
The Young Rascals,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
The Skatalites,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Dead Boys,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
John Cale,
Flipper,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
Royal Trux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lightning Bolt,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.