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 Costa Rica and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Beau Brummels,
Procol Harum,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
Laurel Aitken,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
K-Klass,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
The Music Machine,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Camouflage,
Underground Resistance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Quantec,
Terry Callier,
Agent Orange,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.