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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cluster,
Boz Scaggs,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
Heaven 17,
Robert Görl,
Bluetip,
Rakim,
Mantronix,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blackbyrds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Average White Band,
Outsiders,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
The Last Poets,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
The Cowsills,
Quantec,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.