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 Slovakia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bang On A Can to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Moby Grape,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Joensuu 1685,
Spandau Ballet,
Smog,
The Residents,
Judy Mowatt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Niagra,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nirvana,
Mantronix,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Pussy Galore,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bad Manners,
Von Mondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Black Pus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.