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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Grauzone to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sound,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
The Saints,
PIL,
Rotary Connection,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Ultra Naté,
Marc Almond,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Susan Cadogan,
Animal Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rites of Spring,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
ABBA,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
Kayak,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.