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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Music Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kas Product,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Amazonics,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Al Stewart,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Ronan,
The Fugs,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
Bronski Beat,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
The United States of America,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Normal,
Amon Düül,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Make Up,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Don Cherry,
Radio Birdman,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.