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 Peru and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Bang On A Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Darondo,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Happenings,
Boz Scaggs,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Wire,
Kenny Larkin,
Joey Negro,
Malaria!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Curtis Mayfield,
Symarip,
Hasil Adkins,
Model 500,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Hashim,
Eurythmics,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Iggy Pop,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Nico,
The Saints,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Womack,
Duran Duran,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.