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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Pet Shop Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Kenny Larkin,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
the Bar-Kays,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
The Residents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amazonics,
Technova,
The Happenings,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
The American Breed,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
X-102,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.