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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Pylon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
John Cale,
Parry Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
The Pop Group,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
Camouflage,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quantec,
Howard Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jerry's Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Whodini,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
New Age Steppers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Evens,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
Au Pairs,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Model 500,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.