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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 One Last Wish to the dance 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Zeros,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Quadrant,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eden Ahbez,
DNA,
Depeche Mode,
Scion,
K-Klass,
New Order,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
Procol Harum,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
The Seeds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Ronan,
Animal Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Minny Pops,
the Association,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.