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 Dominican Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Searchers,
Lyres,
Neu!,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Last Poets,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
the Swans,
Rotary Connection,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Loose Ends,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fugs,
Trumans Water,
Don Cherry,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
Metal Thangz,
Black Pus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gastr Del Sol,
Second Layer,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
The Wake,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.