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 Palau and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Al Stewart,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Soul Sonic Force,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlback,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
Mars,
Scientists,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Jacob Miller,
Model 500,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerri Chandler,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.