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 Malta and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Raincoats,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Lalann,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Shuggie Otis,
Lightning Bolt,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
Lou Christie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Franke,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Monolake,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Technova,
Y Pants,
Mr. Review,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Tubeway Army,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.