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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Joey Negro to the rap 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Derrick May,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
The Stooges,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
Deepchord,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
K-Klass,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Hashim,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Model 500,
The Sound,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.