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 India and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
PIL,
James Chance & The Contortions,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Intrusion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Niagra,
10cc,
Faraquet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Motions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Beau Brummels,
Mandrill,
Second Layer,
the Fania All-Stars,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Dual Sessions,
Laurel Aitken,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Urselle,
Jandek,
ABC,
Skarface,
a-ha,
Sex Pistols,
Au Pairs,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Ten City,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Monochrome Set,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.