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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Procol Harum 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Severed Heads,
10cc,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
E-Dancer,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
Brand Nubian,
Urselle,
The Vogues,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Birthday Party,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Kinks,
Fela Kuti,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
Khruangbin,
Index,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sun Ra,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
Animal Collective,
The Zeros,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.