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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Faust,
Neu!,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gang of Four,
the Soft Cell,
Loose Ends,
Drive Like Jehu,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
Letta Mbulu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Searchers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oneida,
Technova,
cv313,
Jesper Dahlback,
Niagra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
The Stooges,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pylon,
Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Funky Four + One,
ABBA,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.