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 Tonga and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes 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 Surgeon to the disco 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Lower 48,
Suburban Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Fad Gadget,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABBA,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Amazonics,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Con Funk Shun,
Rod Modell,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
Connie Case,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
The Pop Group,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Unrelated Segments,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Smooth,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Machine,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.