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 Kenya and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 snare 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 Neon Judgement to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Smog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Gong,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
Man Parrish,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The United States of America,
Rakim,
Peter & Gordon,
Marine Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.