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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Wire,
Moebius,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gladiators,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Kurtis Blow,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Brick,
Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delta 5,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Youth Brigade,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxy Music,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slave,
Scientists,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
B.T. Express,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.