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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Icehouse,
Eric B and Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rod Modell,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tommy Roe,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Cymande,
Ice-T,
Kenny Larkin,
Agent Orange,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.