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 Czech Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Animal Collective to the jazz 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Interpol,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
PIL,
Amazonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
F. McDonald,
E-Dancer,
Stockholm Monsters,
Inner City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Martian,
John Cale,
Isaac Hayes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
the Sonics,
Scott Walker,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Barracudas,
Gang of Four,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Young Rascals,
Bill Near,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Theoretical Girls,
Television Personalities,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Guru Guru,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maurizio,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.