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 Cyprus and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Model 500 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction 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?
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
Joy Division,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Quando Quango,
Max Romeo,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Blackbyrds,
Q65,
Hot Snakes,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Black Moon,
Swans,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Harry Pussy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Parrish,
Rakim,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.