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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Remains to the rock 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Cameo,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cure,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Guru Guru,
Lakeside,
X-101,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sixth Finger,
Skriet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.