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 South Sudan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the techno 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Thee Headcoats,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Al Stewart,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Porter Ricks,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
U.S. Maple,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Warren Ellis,
Whodini,
10cc,
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wasted Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Deadbeat,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.