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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
R.M.O.,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Jacques Brel,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
Model 500,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Order,
kango's stein massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kerrie Biddell,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultravox,
Sam Rivers,
X-101,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.