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 Yemen and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
PIL,
Organ,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Isaac Hayes,
Sam Rivers,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
Glenn Branca,
Bootsy Collins,
Mark Hollis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
Ten City,
Crooked Eye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Kurtis Blow,
Section 25,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
Cluster,
Eli Mardock,
Graham Central Station,
The Doors,
Pantaleimon,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.