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 Cambodia and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum 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 organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
The Pop Group,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Tommy Roe,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Peter and Kerry,
Smog,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
John Coltrane,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Davy DMX,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Knickerbockers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.