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 Guyana and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
a-ha,
Qualms,
Graham Central Station,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jandek,
Lakeside,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Neil Young,
Metal Thangz,
Can,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Negative Approach,
Warsaw,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
The Associates,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Flipper,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Move,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tommy Roe,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donald Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rites of Spring,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
The Zeros,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
John Lydon,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.