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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Liliput,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fela Kuti,
Kevin Saunderson,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
Fad Gadget,
Oneida,
Yusef Lateef,
Smog,
Amazonics,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Lydon,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
The Blues Magoos,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.