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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Bobby Womack,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roger Hodgson,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
Derrick May,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Wolf Eyes,
Soulsonic Force,
Ituana,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
MC5,
Mandrill,
Icehouse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Dead Boys,
Underground Resistance,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Bill Near,
Kerrie Biddell,
The New Christs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.