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 Congo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
F. McDonald,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Searchers,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
Arab on Radar,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Pagans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Cymande,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.