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 Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Khruangbin to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heaven 17,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Drexciya,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
The Velvet Underground,
X-102,
The Happenings,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.