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 Guyana and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Michael McDonald 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Althea and Donna,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Blossom Toes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scratch Acid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Barry Ungar,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Names,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Style,
KRS-One,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Aswad,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.