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 France and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Essential Logic,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Bluetip,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
Niagra,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Duran Duran,
Funkadelic,
The Toasters,
Groovy Waters,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Graham Central Station,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.