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 Haiti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
cv313,
Babytalk,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Mission of Burma,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fuzztones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Wire,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
the Germs,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Slits,
Joy Division,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
The Remains,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
The Young Rascals,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Kayak,
Porter Ricks,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
U.S. Maple,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.