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 Kenya and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Tropical Tobacco to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Clear Light,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Loose Ends,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Monks,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Skriet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Prince Buster,
Mr. Review,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
The Barracudas,
Intrusion,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Starr,
Lalann,
Bill Near,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.