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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harry Pussy to the techno 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Technova,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Robert Wyatt,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
UT,
The Slits,
Bluetip,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Isaac Hayes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Sheep,
John Lydon,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.