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 Singapore and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Animal Collective to the crunk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Ice-T,
Nick Fraelich,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rekid,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wolf Eyes,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Swell Maps,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Gong,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Black Moon,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Surgeon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
New York Dolls,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
The Stooges,
Pylon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lindisfarne,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.