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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Black Moon,
The Saints,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Barrington Levy,
The Neon Judgement,
Wire,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Suicide,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yazoo,
Faraquet,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Gang Starr,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.