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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Echospace to the grunge 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Roger Hodgson,
10cc,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Patti Smith,
Nirvana,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cal Tjader,
FM Einheit,
Peter and Kerry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy Collins,
Tres Demented,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
U.S. Maple,
Whodini,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Monolake,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.