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 Honduras and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Y Pants to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Oblivians,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Mo-Dettes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Coltrane,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Yazoo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
Interpol,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.