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 Ghana and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Danielle Patucci to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Technova,
The Flesh Eaters,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Mantronix,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Altered Images,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skarface,
Nick Fraelich,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Supertramp,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cymande,
Kurtis Blow,
The Last Poets,
World's Most,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Busters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Wake,
Shuggie Otis,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Can,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thompson Twins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.