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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Smog to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Electric Prunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Deakin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
The Red Krayola,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Circle Jerks,
Prince Buster,
Mo-Dettes,
Second Layer,
The Divine Comedy,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
Blancmange,
Jacques Brel,
Angry Samoans,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Porter Ricks,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
Man Parrish,
AZ,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.