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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Litter to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Interpol,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Thompson Twins,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
Wasted Youth,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Raincoats,
Marine Girls,
The Leaves,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
Q and Not U,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Massinfluence,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Christie,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Thee Headcoats,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Swell Maps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
The Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.