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 Germany and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 John Holt to the crunk 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
EPMD,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Icehouse,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Angry Samoans,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Wasted Youth,
Qualms,
Gang of Four,
PIL,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Near,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suicide,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Patti Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Infiniti,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.