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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 The Saints to the electroclash 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
John Coltrane,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dennis Brown,
The Happenings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Althea and Donna,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
Echospace,
Symarip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
Mars,
Pylon,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Los Fastidios,
The Tremeloes,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Intrusion,
Silicon Teens,
Icehouse,
R.M.O.,
Rapeman,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.