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 Tajikistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Tears for Fears,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Gories,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scratch Acid,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
Das Ding,
Symarip,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Josef K,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Anakelly,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scientists,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.