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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Unwound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Roxy Music,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Chris & Cosey,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
Dead Boys,
Judy Mowatt,
Wire,
Skriet,
Ultra Naté,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Flamin' Groovies,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Silicon Teens,
Jacob Miller,
Charles Mingus,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minutemen,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Accadde A,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Erykah Badu,
Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
The Fuzztones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stiv Bators,
Lakeside,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Mission of Burma,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.