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 Vietnam and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Curtis Mayfield,
DNA,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Fear,
Stiv Bators,
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
Kas Product,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Outsiders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Popol Vuh,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Danielle Patucci,
Cluster,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
The Gories,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
David McCallum,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Technova,
Eric Dolphy,
Agitation Free,
Tres Demented,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
Mandrill,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Don Cherry,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.