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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lebanon Hanover to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Accadde A,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Brothers Johnson,
David Bowie,
Rites of Spring,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Fluxion,
the Bar-Kays,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Parry Music,
Deepchord,
The Misunderstood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Golliwogs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.