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 Maldives and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ossler to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Jerry's Kids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Television,
the Germs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roger Hodgson,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Copeland,
The Seeds,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
Soul II Soul,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.