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 Iran and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Faust,
Average White Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Interpol,
Zero Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
Niagra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Khruangbin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Sugar Minott,
Urselle,
Smog,
The Golliwogs,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Delta 5,
Sparks,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Joensuu 1685,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.