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 Cuba and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Roxette,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kenny Larkin,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
LL Cool J,
Pulsallama,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Flash Fearless,
Mission of Burma,
Sam Rivers,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Japan,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.