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 Ecuador and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Stereo Dub to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Jandek,
The Index,
The Selecter,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eric Copeland,
ABC,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Beau Brummels,
Half Japanese,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
Au Pairs,
Model 500,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.