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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Hashim to the techno 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Mojo Men,
the Swans,
The Stooges,
The Gun Club,
Skarface,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Slave,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
Symarip,
Sun Ra,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Gang Starr,
kango's stein massive,
Toni Rubio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Erykah Badu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Clarke,
AZ,
Altered Images,
Robert Wyatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.