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 Sweden and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Remains to the jazz 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Quadrant,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shoche,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
Robert Görl,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nik Kershaw,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Easy Going,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
AZ,
Fela Kuti,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Roger Hodgson,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.