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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Delta 5 to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
The Martian,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Unwound,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
The Stooges,
Surgeon,
Don Cherry,
Hashim,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pussy Galore,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tim Buckley,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.