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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Sonic Youth to the grime 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Trumans Water,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Jawbox,
The Shadows of Knight,
Essential Logic,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Andrew Hill,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Zero Boys,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Minny Pops,
Crime,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Henry Cow,
Q and Not U,
AZ,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.