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 Slovenia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed to the jazz 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Jeff Lynne,
Swell Maps,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Mission of Burma,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suicide,
DNA,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Surgeon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Groovy Waters,
Camouflage,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Idris Muhammad,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Delta 5,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sam Rivers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flipper,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
The Velvet Underground,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.