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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Neil Young 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
Yusef Lateef,
Dead Boys,
Joey Negro,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Underground Resistance,
Suicide,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eli Mardock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Bang On A Can,
Shoche,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Goldenarms,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
The Fuzztones,
Schoolly D,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Lynne,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Magma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Khruangbin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Fear,
The Neon Judgement,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.