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 Tuvalu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Harmonia to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Fear,
Max Romeo,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
U.S. Maple,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Oblivians,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Byron Stingily,
Wasted Youth,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
The Five Americans,
Motorama,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.