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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Doors,
Ronnie Foster,
Kayak,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Blackbyrds,
T.S.O.L.,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
In Retrospect,
Funky Four + One,
Liliput,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
Ultimate Spinach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Sex Pistols,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
Fluxion,
Matthew Halsall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
Pylon,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
The Evens,
Hoover,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rekid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.