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 Iceland and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eric Copeland 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Smiths,
Faust,
Das Ding,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Scientists,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Pagans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Laurel Aitken,
Mr. Review,
Chrome,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Freddie Wadling,
Nick Fraelich,
Motorama,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Motions,
Albert Ayler,
One Last Wish,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Pantaleimon,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.