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 Iraq and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Schoolly D to the punk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Isaac Hayes,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
The Names,
the Bar-Kays,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
Josef K,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Monolake,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Adolescents,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
Stereo Dub,
Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Style,
Faust,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Panda Bear,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.