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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Eddi Front,
Mary Jane Girls,
JFA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Stiv Bators,
The Star Department,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Faraquet,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Eric Dolphy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Newcleus,
MC5,
Susan Cadogan,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A 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.