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 Taiwan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Crooked Eye to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Deepchord,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Pantaleimon,
Oneida,
New Order,
Unwound,
UT,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
The Cramps,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
The Remains,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pierre Henry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Angry Samoans,
Deakin,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Bowie,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Echospace,
The Raincoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
X-102,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Slave,
The Slits,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.