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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Henry Cow,
Public Enemy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pretty Things,
Lalann,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cecil Taylor,
Drexciya,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Interpol,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
UT,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
John Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.