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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cure,
Monks,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
The Fortunes,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Make Up,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
Fat Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Womack,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.