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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 LL Cool J to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Fatback Band,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Japan,
the Normal,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
David Bowie,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
PIL,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Deakin,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Groovy Waters,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Chrome,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.