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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Gories to the rock 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Moebius,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Minny Pops,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Eddi Front,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mojo Men,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Black Pus,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cowsills,
Grauzone,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Parry Music,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Crooked Eye,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.