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 Libya and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Laurel Aitken,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Arthur Verocai,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Lou Reed,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Hoover,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Kinks,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Angry Samoans,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Hardrive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.