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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Grauzone,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Hoover,
Lyres,
Matthew Bourne,
The Saints,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Organ,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Absolute Body Control,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Lightning Bolt,
John Cale,
Oneida,
John Foxx,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.