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 Gambia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Malaria! 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
World's Most,
The Alarm Clocks,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Roxette,
Index,
Country Teasers,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
Brick,
The Move,
Faraquet,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Avey Tare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Interpol,
Accadde A,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
The Gories,
John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Johnny Clarke,
Lungfish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Kayak,
Symarip,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.