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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Isaac Hayes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Bill Near,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
Dual Sessions,
Tres Demented,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Pus,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Nas,
Gong,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Basic Channel,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.