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 Moldova and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lyres,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monks,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Pet Shop Boys,
T. Rex,
The Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jeru the Damaja,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Zeros,
Marvin Gaye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zero Boys,
Yazoo,
Nico,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Charles Mingus,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Moon,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.