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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Main Source,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
Mars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Basic Channel,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Patti Smith,
Average White Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Ossler,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Laurel Aitken,
X-102,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chris Corsano,
Crispy Ambulance,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.