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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Pantaleimon to the grime 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Bob Dylan,
Ohio Players,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visage,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Skarface,
John Foxx,
Gabor Szabo,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Sex Pistols,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Pussy Galore,
Fear,
Drexciya,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Absolute Body Control,
Average White Band,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Marvin Gaye,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Kurtis Blow,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.