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 Andorra 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
Fat Boys,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Fuzztones,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Animal Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Aaron Thompson,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Count Five,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
Joensuu 1685,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Jandek,
Tres Demented,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.