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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 New Age Steppers 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Archie Shepp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smiths,
Wings,
MC5,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Spoonie Gee,
Gichy Dan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Underground Resistance,
Cecil Taylor,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Byron Stingily,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Freddie Wadling,
Mark Hollis,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Khruangbin,
Robert Hood,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Maurizio,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
Eric Dolphy,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.