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 Cape Verde and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
The Neon Judgement,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Marmalade,
Jacob Miller,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool Moe Dee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Kenny Larkin,
Nick Fraelich,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Chris Corsano,
Brand Nubian,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed,
The Walker Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
John Holt,
X-101,
Scratch Acid,
DJ Sneak,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.