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 Uzbekistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
Morten Harket,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Yellowson,
In Retrospect,
the Association,
Chrome,
Television,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Faraquet,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
Camouflage,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
New Age Steppers,
Little Man,
Mars,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Desert Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.