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 Latvia and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nation of Ulysses,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Magma,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The United States of America,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Erasure,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Litter,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Black Moon,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mantronix,
Thee Headcoats,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Sparks,
Darondo,
The Blues Magoos,
X-Ray Spex,
Morten Harket,
cv313,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Minor Threat,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.