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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Freddie Wadling to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Cybotron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
Nico,
Bill Near,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Hasil Adkins,
Fatback Band,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Von Mondo,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
Reagan Youth,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Shadows of Knight,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.