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 Liberia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Buzzcocks,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Desert Stars,
Duran Duran,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
The Busters,
MDC,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Zero Boys,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Moss Icon,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
Scott Walker,
Ludus,
Marc Almond,
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Deepchord,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Sheep,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispian St. Peters,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.