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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Fugazi to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
The Gun Club,
Soulsonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Brick,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Residents,
Camouflage,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gladiators,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.