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 Sudan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Quadrant to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
The Grass Roots,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Juan Atkins,
Janne Schatter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Hasil Adkins,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
T. Rex,
The Doors,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heaven 17,
T.S.O.L.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.