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 Monaco and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Raincoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Traffic Nightmare,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Bang On A Can,
Sonic Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
T.S.O.L.,
Joyce Sims,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Main Source,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amon Düül,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.