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 Kenya and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Inner City,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
Das Ding,
Alice Coltrane,
Mars,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Panda Bear,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Half Japanese,
Mo-Dettes,
Erykah Badu,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.