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 Cuba and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Agent Orange to the rap 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Ohio Players,
Neu!,
Surgeon,
Sandy B,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
ABBA,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Metal Thangz,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.