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 Syria and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
Supertramp,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Amazonics,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Yazoo,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
The Fugs,
Wire,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Piero Umiliani,
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Chris & Cosey,
Duran Duran,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Blackbyrds,
Arab on Radar,
The American Breed,
DJ Style,
the Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.