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 Haiti and from Mumbai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Jandek to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Pantytec,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Liliput,
B.T. Express,
Newcleus,
Theoretical Girls,
Amon Düül,
Pere Ubu,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Symarip,
Magma,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
Scrapy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
John Foxx,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Al Stewart,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
The Pretty Things,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thompson Twins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Standells,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
Monolake,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.