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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the punk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Faust,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
The Sonics,
Make Up,
Rod Modell,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
FM Einheit,
The Litter,
the Swans,
Josef K,
Eurythmics,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masters at Work,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
cv313,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
the Sonics,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.