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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Yusef Lateef to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Echospace,
Lalann,
Skaos,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Fear,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cluster,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Underground Resistance,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
LL Cool J,
Minutemen,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
The Monks,
Index,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Carl Craig,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Camouflage,
The Martian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.