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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 AZ 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
Interpol,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Nirvana,
Aloha Tigers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fugs,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
Kayak,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Half Japanese,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rufus Thomas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.