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 United States and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare 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 Zapp to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
The Motions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Ten City,
the Fania All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Fad Gadget,
The Smiths,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Terry Callier,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang On A Can,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Susan Cadogan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rotary Connection,
Hasil Adkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Halsall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Style,
Au Pairs,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Alphaville,
The Happenings,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.