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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jeff Lynne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Graham Central Station,
Robert Görl,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cowsills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Visage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Basic Channel,
Skriet,
Unwound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonic Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Parry Music,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Danielle Patucci,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.