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 Moldova and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Joey Negro to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Mark Hollis,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Eli Mardock,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Fear,
Cybotron,
John Cale,
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Q65,
the Association,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Henry Cow,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.