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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boredoms,
The Fortunes,
Tres Demented,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Joey Negro,
Black Pus,
Scion,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Quantec,
The Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Lalann,
Skriet,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Urselle,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.