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 Kyrgyzstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Underground Resistance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
Pole,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Nation of Ulysses,
Siglo XX,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Simply Red,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Ossler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.