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 Angola and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Man Eating Sloth to the punk 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eve St. Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chris Corsano,
Isaac Hayes,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Malaria!,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Magazine,
The Blackbyrds,
Severed Heads,
Gang Green,
OOIOO,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
The Index,
Circle Jerks,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Sunsets and Hearts,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Slave,
Nas,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Sonic Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doors,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.