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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Model 500 to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Moleskins,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Deepchord,
The Raincoats,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül II,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Easy Going,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Pus,
Skarface,
Stereo Dub,
Ludus,
Surgeon,
Sex Pistols,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Bill Wells,
Black Bananas,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.