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 Mongolia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Arcadia to the rock 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
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,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kas Product,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABC,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Chris Corsano,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fortunes,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
the Normal,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Tommy Roe,
Newcleus,
Black Sheep,
Eric Copeland,
The Monks,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
David McCallum,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ossler,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Dark Day,
Pole,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
D'Angelo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.