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 Malaysia and from London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brand Nubian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Piero Umiliani,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Parry Music,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Graham Central Station,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang On A Can,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
T. Rex,
Rapeman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Skarface,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Banda Bassotti,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.