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 Palau and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Cure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mission of Burma,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Arthur Verocai,
F. McDonald,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sugar Minott,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Alton Ellis,
The American Breed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Magma,
The Cramps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.