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 Austria and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '60s 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 Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
The Kinks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pole,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter & Gordon,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Au Pairs,
Moss Icon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Unwound,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Anthony Braxton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
UT,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
The Alarm Clocks,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review,
Gichy Dan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.