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 Bolivia and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Warren Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
One Last Wish,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobby Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Moby Grape,
Blake Baxter,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mo-Dettes,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Colin Newman,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.