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 Palau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Stockholm Monsters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Rapeman,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Y Pants,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joey Negro,
The Index,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Infiniti,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minutemen,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slave,
Jacob Miller,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mojo Men,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Pagans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
New York Dolls,
Whodini,
Erasure,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.