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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
One Last Wish,
LL Cool J,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Liliput,
Sparks,
Grey Daturas,
Das Ding,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Amon Düül II,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Womack,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
the Human League,
Duran Duran,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
The Blackbyrds,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Smog,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swans,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Janne Schatter,
Brick,
Bluetip,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.