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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jeru the Damaja,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths,
Wings,
Eurythmics,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Boz Scaggs,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Eric Copeland,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Pulsallama,
World's Most,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
June Days,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Absolute Body Control,
Max Romeo,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
The Flesh Eaters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cluster,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Livin' Joy,
The Sonics,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.