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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
Kas Product,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Whodini,
Tim Buckley,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
cv313,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eve St. Jones,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
The Real Kids,
Thee Headcoats,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Agitation Free,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Index,
Icehouse,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Evens,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Smiths,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lakeside,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Joe Finger,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Byrd,
Pierre Henry,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.