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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tres Demented to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxette,
Lucky Dragons,
Pylon,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Malaria!,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boredoms,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
The Victims,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pierre Henry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Funky Four + One,
Adolescents,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Smog,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Los Fastidios,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.