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 Palau and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple 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?
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Roxy Music,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crime,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
The Black Dice,
Echospace,
Oneida,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Excepter,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Last Poets,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Funky Four + One,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.