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 Uzbekistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Lightning Bolt to the punk 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Bill Wells,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
Soulsonic Force,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Henry Cow,
Wally Richardson,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Eating Sloth,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
The Toasters,
the Slits,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Smog,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
New Order,
Pharoah Sanders,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.