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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 The Gun Club to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Iggy Pop,
the Normal,
Pole,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lebanon Hanover,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Barrington Levy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Babytalk,
The Mummies,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Slick Rick,
The Remains,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.