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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 Mars to the punk 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Scientists,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Swans,
Lucky Dragons,
June Days,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Smoke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pantytec,
The Sonics,
Brick,
cv313,
Second Layer,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.