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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ten City,
Q65,
Das Ding,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harry Pussy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tres Demented,
cv313,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Audionom,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Accadde A,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Rekid,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Fraelich,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Dolphy,
E-Dancer,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Yaz,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.