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 China and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Seeds to the punk 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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grey Daturas,
The Moleskins,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Isaac Hayes,
Mars,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
the Sonics,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eden Ahbez,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Slave,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Arthur Verocai,
the Germs,
The Cure,
Idris Muhammad,
Fad Gadget,
Aaron Thompson,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pere Ubu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.