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 Nepal and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
Arab on Radar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Bush Tetras,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Mad Mike,
Organ,
Gong,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
One Last Wish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Maleditus Sound,
Fear,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Connie Case,
Alton Ellis,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Anthony Braxton,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Panda Bear,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.