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 Gambia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the crunk 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Nick Fraelich,
Monks,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kenny Larkin,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
Harmonia,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
The Stooges,
Faust,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grey Daturas,
Hardrive,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
The Smoke,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter and Kerry,
Scratch Acid,
Pylon,
Scion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Sneak,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gichy Dan,
Don Cherry,
Lungfish,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kas Product,
Jacob Miller,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Niagra,
Los Fastidios,
Fat Boys,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Barrington Levy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.