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 Comoros and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bob Dylan to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Jandek,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
H. Thieme,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Sparks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Jawbox,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aloha Tigers,
T.S.O.L.,
Magma,
Malaria!,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kayak,
Little Man,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
Arab on Radar,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.