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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Seeds,
The Vogues,
X-102,
Monolake,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Roxy Music,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Style,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drexciya,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Wolf Eyes,
Q65,
Nik Kershaw,
Q and Not U,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
Lyres,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.