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 Sweden and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Nils Olav,
Joyce Sims,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang of Four,
Susan Cadogan,
Lower 48,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Faust,
the Slits,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gun Club,
Gong,
Cluster,
Bootsy Collins,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
The New Christs,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Slick Rick,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.