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 Mali and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the rap 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barry Ungar,
New Age Steppers,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Names,
Amazonics,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tomorrow,
Banda Bassotti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
cv313,
JFA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Man Parrish,
Gang Green,
Q65,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wally Richardson,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Model 500,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.