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 Grenada 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jeff Mills,
The Vogues,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
H. Thieme,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Todd Terry,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Henry Cow,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.