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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Buckinghams,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jandek,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Howard Jones,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Index,
Black Bananas,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick May,
Slave,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
This Heat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jerry's Kids,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.