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 Comoros and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brick,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Althea and Donna,
Nils Olav,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
A Certain Ratio,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Evens,
Joy Division,
The Mummies,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.