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 Italy and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Interpol,
The Red Krayola,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Camouflage,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Sex Pistols,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Quantec,
Scion,
Skaos,
Nas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.