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 Chad and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Todd Rundgren to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Aswad,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Gang of Four,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Bill Near,
Guru Guru,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Little Man,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Victims,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Dark Day,
Max Romeo,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Crooked Eye,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Pantytec,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Amon Düül,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
Intrusion,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.