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 Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Harry Pussy,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Eurythmics,
Marmalade,
the Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minny Pops,
The Walker Brothers,
Colin Newman,
The Kinks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Talk Talk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Television,
Fela Kuti,
Bootsy Collins,
Yazoo,
Deakin,
Fatback Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warsaw,
The Red Krayola,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
The Skatalites,
Duran Duran,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.