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 United Kingdom and from Lille.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 Average White Band to the electroclash 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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Wings,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
The Velvet Underground,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Cecil Taylor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mark Hollis,
Black Moon,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.