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 Macedonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Pylon,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Newcleus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Siglo XX,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
David Axelrod,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Lungfish,
Gong,
The Vogues,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Invisible,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Sex Pistols,
Sarah Menescal,
Shoche,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed,
Urselle,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Joe Smooth,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.