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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Connie Case,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
Amon Düül II,
Wire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Count Five,
Khruangbin,
Crime,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smoke,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
48th St. Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Lydon,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.