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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Gang Starr 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Kurtis Blow,
Warsaw,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Can,
The Gladiators,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
the Association,
Cluster,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
Goldenarms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neu!,
Hardrive,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Skatalites,
Fad Gadget,
Junior Murvin,
Dave Gahan,
Black Bananas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül II,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tomorrow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.