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 Italy and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Moody Blues,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Von Mondo,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Section 25,
The Doors,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Black Pus,
John Holt,
Jeff Mills,
Average White Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liliput,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Maleditus Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Kayak,
CMW,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Yazoo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Terry,
Maurizio,
Unrelated Segments,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Das Ding,
Black Flag,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.