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 Greece and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Young Marble Giants,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Joy Division,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Raincoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
Nas,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Rundgren,
The Vogues,
Easy Going,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.