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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis 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 funk 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 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 D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sugar Minott,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Juan Atkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Seeds,
Television,
Moebius,
Altered Images,
Public Image Ltd.,
kango's stein massive,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Faust,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Drexciya,
Aural Exciters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Index,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.