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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Glenn Branca,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Bobby Womack,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.