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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Velvet Underground to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Joy Division,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Residents,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
Qualms,
Quando Quango,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
The Blackbyrds,
Basic Channel,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Gang Green,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Kayak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.