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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 The Litter to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz 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?
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia,
The Mummies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Lydon,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
One Last Wish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
The Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minny Pops,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Kas Product,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Style,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Shuggie Otis,
Babytalk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.