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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Fugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sixth Finger,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Ludus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Grauzone,
Stereo Dub,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.