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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the disco 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
Banda Bassotti,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
The Victims,
Hoover,
the Normal,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Aloha Tigers,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
David Bowie,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
the Swans,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Colin Newman,
John Holt,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.