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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Mars,
Lalann,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Terry Callier,
the Normal,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
June of 44,
The Pop Group,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
Todd Terry,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
Neu!,
The United States of America,
The Real Kids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Cybotron,
Joe Smooth,
Gong,
Roxette,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glenn Branca,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fall,
Aural Exciters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.