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 Vietnam 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Misunderstood to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Little Man,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
Pere Ubu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Gories,
Model 500,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fatback Band,
Swans,
The Residents,
Smog,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
This Heat,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.