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 Dominican Republic 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the dance 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erasure,
Surgeon,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
Fat Boys,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Fatback Band,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Sparks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Flag,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
D'Angelo,
The Offenders,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brick,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
New Age Steppers,
Cymande,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
R.M.O.,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.