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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Eric Copeland to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Panda Bear,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
John Foxx,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Al Stewart,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ossler,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
the Swans,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erasure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun Ra,
Anthony Braxton,
Interpol,
Adolescents,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Yaz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Banda Bassotti,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.