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 South Sudan and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Nirvana to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Index,
Interpol,
Blossom Toes,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Urselle,
Don Cherry,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Ronnie Foster,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
The Fire Engines,
DNA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
The Offenders,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Livin' Joy,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Nirvana,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
the Normal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Slits,
Parry Music,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.