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 Guatemala and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Animal Collective to the punk 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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Kurtis Blow,
Saccharine Trust,
New York Dolls,
Royal Trux,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Idris Muhammad,
Nils Olav,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Carl Craig,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
Shuggie Otis,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Colin Newman,
The Residents,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.