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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Smog,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rotary Connection,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minny Pops,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Jandek,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Suicide,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Rapeman,
Letta Mbulu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Parry Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Technova,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Adolescents,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Scion,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Neu!,
Minutemen,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.