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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Symarip,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
New York Dolls,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Steve Hackett,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
The Grass Roots,
Index,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.