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 New Zealand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Erykah Badu to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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 Swans,
David Axelrod,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
Al Stewart,
Ultimate Spinach,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
T.S.O.L.,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
Buzzcocks,
The Fugs,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Sandy B,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
ABBA,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
Kerrie Biddell,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
D'Angelo,
Soul Sonic Force,
K-Klass,
Animal Collective,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
Rosa Yemen,
Warren Ellis,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Cybotron,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.