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 Lithuania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 DJ Style to the funk 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonic Youth,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Crime,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Donald Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arab on Radar,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
The Slackers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Livin' Joy,
Ken Boothe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Techniques,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Skatalites,
the Association,
Wings,
Brothers Johnson,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.