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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Mr. Review,
Jacques Brel,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
The Slackers,
Porter Ricks,
Royal Trux,
Camouflage,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Radio Birdman,
T. Rex,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
These Immortal Souls,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nico,
The Electric Prunes,
Massinfluence,
Smog,
Alice Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
The Selecter,
Dual Sessions,
Aloha Tigers,
Steve Hackett,
Deadbeat,
Khruangbin,
Cal Tjader,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.