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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Oneida,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Procol Harum,
Quando Quango,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Electric Prunes,
PIL,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
The Leaves,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxy Music,
X-101,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Lungfish,
The Real Kids,
June of 44,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.