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 Tuvalu and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Gil Scott Heron to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultravox,
Sight & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside,
Whodini,
The Gap Band,
U.S. Maple,
Pagans,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Eve St. Jones,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
R.M.O.,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Harpers Bizarre,
cv313,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Eric Dolphy,
Surgeon,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
Lower 48,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Marc Almond,
Agitation Free,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.