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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 güiro 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 Liliput to the crunk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Japan,
the Germs,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Moebius,
Unrelated Segments,
Alphaville,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
Skarface,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Gabor Szabo,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Soulsonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
the Normal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
The Move,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Maurizio,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.