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 Latvia and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Zeros to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Monks,
Minny Pops,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Mission of Burma,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Scientists,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Sneak,
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Wally Richardson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Rekid,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
The Kinks,
Masters at Work,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.