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 Turkmenistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Davy DMX to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
The Monks,
MDC,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Monks,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kenny Larkin,
Quadrant,
Scott Walker,
Scrapy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Negative Approach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
Procol Harum,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
AZ,
Silicon Teens,
Idris Muhammad,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Unwound,
Swans,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.