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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Clear Light to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Wells,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Motorama,
Al Stewart,
Make Up,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Isaac Hayes,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
New Age Steppers,
Royal Trux,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
Roy Ayers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Cameo,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Steve Hackett,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.