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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Urselle to the grunge 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Alarm Clocks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Invisible,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Desert Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
The Divine Comedy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Fad Gadget,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
The American Breed,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
DJ Sneak,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Gong,
MC5,
The Cure,
Moss Icon,
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Lynne,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.