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 Malawi and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
K-Klass,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
Rites of Spring,
Alphaville,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
The Buckinghams,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Camouflage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
June Days,
The Moleskins,
Stereo Dub,
Livin' Joy,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Clear Light,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
the Normal,
Groovy Waters,
Kaleidoscope,
Oblivians,
Tim Buckley,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Derrick May,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Sparks,
Fad Gadget,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.