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 Comoros and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Knickerbockers 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
Supertramp,
Henry Cow,
Minor Threat,
Nico,
Cameo,
John Cale,
The Count Five,
Arab on Radar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Cell,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
These Immortal Souls,
Fatback Band,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Doors,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The Moleskins,
Popol Vuh,
Hot Snakes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Raincoats,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
Iggy Pop,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Techniques,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Gang Starr,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.