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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the dance 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Kayak,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Camberwell Now,
Khruangbin,
Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Intrusion,
ABBA,
Visage,
Juan Atkins,
Desert Stars,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Livin' Joy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
DJ Sneak,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
The Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
LL Cool J,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bootsy Collins,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.