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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the disco 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Index,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Tres Demented,
Black Pus,
Oneida,
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Walker Brothers,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Doors,
Infiniti,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Grauzone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.