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 Benin and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Vladislav Delay to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Sneak,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Spandau Ballet,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Duran Duran,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
David Bowie,
The Move,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Unwound,
Malaria!,
Yusef Lateef,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Inner City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Infiniti,
Colin Newman,
Erasure,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.