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 Swaziland 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
T.S.O.L.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Slits,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moss Icon,
EPMD,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
The Real Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Franke,
Slave,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lightning Bolt,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.