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 Serbia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the funk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pantaleimon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reagan Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Vainqueur,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harry Pussy,
Goldenarms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Con Funk Shun,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rekid,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Monks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Sonic Youth,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Bluetip,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Shuggie Otis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
Hoover,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.