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 Indonesia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Erasure,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Ponytail,
Fear,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eddi Front,
Can,
Cluster,
The Remains,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Lalo Schifrin,
Index,
Parry Music,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Cecil Taylor,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.