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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Arcadia,
Index,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Flipper,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Near,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marine Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.