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 Guyana and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Agitation Free to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crash Course in Science,
Loose Ends,
The Five Americans,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Marcia Griffiths,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
the Slits,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Carl Craig,
Rekid,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Cecil Taylor,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Misunderstood,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Duran Duran,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Lower 48,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
The Searchers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New Order,
Arthur Verocai,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.