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 Zambia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
The J.B.'s,
Brass Construction,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Max Romeo,
The Fall,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacques Brel,
Grauzone,
Black Pus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Starr,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.