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 Slovenia and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Zeros 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Kerri Chandler,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
The Remains,
kango's stein massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eurythmics,
Pulsallama,
Altered Images,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Knickerbockers,
Brothers Johnson,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Erykah Badu,
Chrome,
DNA,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.