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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Fear,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kayak,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harmonia,
Nils Olav,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Axelrod,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Minor Threat,
The Gories,
Bill Near,
Rhythm & Sound,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mantronix,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
MC5,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Mary Jane Girls,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.