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 United Kingdom and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blossom Toes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Pierre Henry,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Fuzztones,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nirvana,
Outsiders,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Can,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.