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 Luxembourg and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Jacob Miller to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Whodini,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
KRS-One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Lyres,
Sparks,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
The Red Krayola,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marshall Jefferson,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
One Last Wish,
Minor Threat,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.