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 Russia and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
EPMD,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vainqueur,
Robert Görl,
Delta 5,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
JFA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Quantec,
The American Breed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
The Martian,
a-ha,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Con Funk Shun,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Intrusion,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonic Youth,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.