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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Pole,
The Names,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABC,
Stetsasonic,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cowsills,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Japan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Hood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Junior Murvin,
Organ,
World's Most,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Bobby Sherman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Terry Callier,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eve St. Jones,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Mars,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.