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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
E-Dancer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Alphaville,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
Roxy Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
Desert Stars,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.