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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 New Order to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
ABBA,
Slick Rick,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New Age Steppers,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Aural Exciters,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
The Moody Blues,
Tears for Fears,
Sonny Sharrock,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.