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 South Africa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cymande 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Sneak,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Bourne,
Jandek,
The Martian,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Cal Tjader,
Youth Brigade,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
In Retrospect,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.