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 Egypt and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 New York Dolls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Steve Hackett,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June Days,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Procol Harum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Motions,
Japan,
the Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Ludus,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.