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 Benin and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Agitation Free 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Delta 5,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
R.M.O.,
The Fugs,
The Music Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Massinfluence,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
The Gap Band,
Reagan Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Ludus,
Gang Green,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MC5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.