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 Congo and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 guitar 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Pere Ubu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Index,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The United States of America,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Bill Wells,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sister Nancy,
Man Parrish,
Black Bananas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Isaac Hayes,
Slick Rick,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.