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 France and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Al Stewart to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket 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?
Erykah Badu,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Blancmange,
New York Dolls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pulsallama,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
Bang On A Can,
Siglo XX,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Vainqueur,
Robert Hood,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Buzzcocks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Heaven 17,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
Glambeats Corp.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.