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 China and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bob Dylan,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tres Demented,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Brick,
Visage,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Liliput,
the Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Urselle,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
Rakim,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.