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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minor Threat to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
Suicide,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Prince Buster,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
The Stooges,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
Fugazi,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
The Count Five,
Severed Heads,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
Pantytec,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
Sex Pistols,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Wyatt,
The Kinks,
Marc Almond,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.