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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Tears for Fears,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Robert Görl,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ornette Coleman,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Bad Manners,
The Remains,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Moleskins,
Television,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Al Stewart,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
Stereo Dub,
D'Angelo,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.