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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Theoretical Girls to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bauhaus,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
the Soft Cell,
Quadrant,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Index,
Minny Pops,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wings,
Minor Threat,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shoche,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Neu!,
Zapp,
James White and The Blacks,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
June Days,
Altered Images,
Arthur Verocai,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.