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 Russia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ 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 an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
This Heat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Chris Corsano,
the Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
Agitation Free,
China Crisis,
Josef K,
The Smoke,
Lakeside,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wire,
Brass Construction,
Talk Talk,
Trumans Water,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Holt,
Essential Logic,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Tommy Roe,
a-ha,
Whodini,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Ponytail,
Porter Ricks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
Michelle Simonal,
Marvin Gaye,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.