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 Netherlands and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Country Teasers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Harmonia,
Wings,
The Vogues,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alison Limerick,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
Smog,
Das Ding,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Simply Red,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DNA,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Eden Ahbez,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
the Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Toasters,
Pylon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.