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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moleskins,
The Blackbyrds,
Television Personalities,
The Move,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Pantaleimon,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Martian,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Lungfish,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
Scan 7,
Bootsy Collins,
Hasil Adkins,
Harry Pussy,
The Star Department,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
T. Rex,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Piero Umiliani,
Soulsonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Newcleus,
the Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
The Cramps,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.