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 Russia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Japan,
The Dead C,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
The Remains,
Cybotron,
Anthony Braxton,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Pagans,
Newcleus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Tommy Roe,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eve St. Jones,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.