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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jacob Miller,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
Nik Kershaw,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Bluetip,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Second Layer,
Todd Rundgren,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camberwell Now,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.