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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Connie Case,
The Stooges,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions,
Black Bananas,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Bill Wells,
Gerry Rafferty,
Goldenarms,
Intrusion,
Quadrant,
Mantronix,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Negative Approach,
Rufus Thomas,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Organ,
Bush Tetras,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
The Monks,
Urselle,
kango's stein massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Andrew Hill,
Pylon,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Stetsasonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Dead Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
In Retrospect,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.