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 Finland and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Electric Prunes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DJ Style,
Altered Images,
Radiohead,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
The Saints,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Vladislav Delay,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
The Mojo Men,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
AZ,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonic Youth,
Blossom Toes,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
Lyres,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Drexciya,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Nirvana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.