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 Niger and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Audionom to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Eve St. Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Kayak,
Brass Construction,
Joe Smooth,
The Remains,
Sam Rivers,
FM Einheit,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Organ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Searchers,
Nirvana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oneida,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Blossom Toes,
Eddi Front,
Brand Nubian,
the Slits,
Yaz,
Joy Division,
Agent Orange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
The Slits,
Interpol,
Kenny Larkin,
Ossler,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.