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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Howard Jones,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Visage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Fugazi,
Section 25,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Absolute Body Control,
Reuben Wilson,
Brass Construction,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Yusef Lateef,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Lucky Dragons,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Stiv Bators,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.