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 Switzerland and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Moebius,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Q and Not U,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oblivians,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
Mandrill,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Davy DMX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
The Names,
The American Breed,
Zapp,
Q65,
LL Cool J,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
In Retrospect,
Aural Exciters,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tres Demented,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Peter and Kerry,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.