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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the techno 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
Kaleidoscope,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fortunes,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skaos,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Nation of Ulysses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
MC5,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Terry Callier,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arcadia,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Rosa Yemen,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.