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 Croatia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Skarface,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Anthony Braxton,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Von Mondo,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angry Samoans,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barbara Tucker,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
The Seeds,
June Days,
World's Most,
Thee Headcoats,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Matthew Halsall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sam Rivers,
Cameo,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.