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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Royal Trux,
Chrome,
Can,
Hoover,
Joe Finger,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Spoonie Gee,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
The Young Rascals,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
One Last Wish,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
E-Dancer,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Cameo,
Joensuu 1685,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lakeside,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Nation of Ulysses,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.