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 Norway and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Panda Bear to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fire Engines,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantaleimon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Theoretical Girls,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Organ,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
Wally Richardson,
Mad Mike,
Audionom,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Agent Orange,
Amazonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Swans,
Cheater Slicks,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ice-T,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Con Funk Shun,
48th St. Collective,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Adolescents,
The Buckinghams,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Iggy Pop,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.