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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lindisfarne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pagans,
the Normal,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Altered Images,
Al Stewart,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
The Blues Magoos,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Ohio Players,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jesper Dahlback,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Jandek,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Minnie Riperton,
Monolake,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.