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 Seychelles and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Sällskapet to the electroclash 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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Quadrant,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Franke,
U.S. Maple,
The Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Theoretical Girls,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Bronski Beat,
Ohio Players,
The Fire Engines,
June of 44,
The Leaves,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Terry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Khruangbin,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Stiv Bators,
Altered Images,
Sandy B,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.