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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Martian to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Flash Fearless,
The Human League,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Japan,
JFA,
Pole,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.