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 Georgia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
June Days,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
Pussy Galore,
Amon Düül,
Throbbing Gristle,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
The Moody Blues,
The Beau Brummels,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Max Romeo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Schoolly D,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
T. Rex,
Fat Boys,
Outsiders,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.