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 Chad and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Letta Mbulu,
Harmonia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Patti Smith,
OOIOO,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Clarke,
LL Cool J,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Von Mondo,
EPMD,
Audionom,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Half Japanese,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Nirvana,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Slick Rick,
The Cramps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Drexciya,
Hardrive,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
Section 25,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Trojans,
The Skatalites,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Groovy Waters,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.