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 Ghana and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jandek to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Audionom,
The Techniques,
Hashim,
Sällskapet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Trojans,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Aural Exciters,
Mission of Burma,
the Association,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
Funky Four + One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Interpol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Matthew Halsall,
Los Fastidios,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Scion,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gories,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
The Black Dice,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Roy Ayers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.