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 Suriname and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warren Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young,
Kurtis Blow,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Joey Negro,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
the Slits,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Chris & Cosey,
This Heat,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Subhumans,
The Invisible,
Marmalade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Zero Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Bobby Womack,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
The Fall,
Funkadelic,
UT,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.