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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Brick,
The Litter,
Minny Pops,
Toni Rubio,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Tim Buckley,
Minnie Riperton,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Man Parrish,
Connie Case,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.