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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
The Martian,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Kas Product,
Fear,
Drexciya,
The Selecter,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
The Angels of Light,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Joy Division,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
L. Decosne,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Graham Central Station,
Rotary Connection,
Aaron Thompson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
Pylon,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Liliput,
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Moss Icon,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Model 500,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.