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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Franke,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cal Tjader,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Gang Green,
Bobby Byrd,
Kayak,
UT,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Morten Harket,
Gang Starr,
Don Cherry,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.