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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grass Roots to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Amon Düül II,
Sandy B,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Bang On A Can,
Suburban Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick Morgan,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Cymande,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Technova,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Little Man,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Ice-T,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.