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 Philippines and from New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Bar-Kays,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
Y Pants,
Ultra Naté,
Lindisfarne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Royal Trux,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
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.