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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Khruangbin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aaron Thompson,
Deakin,
T. Rex,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Five Americans,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
DJ Sneak,
Cal Tjader,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Dolphy,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
The Names,
One Last Wish,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.