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 Benin and from Winnipeg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anthony Braxton,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
The Techniques,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
The Gun Club,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
the Germs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
Urselle,
Zero Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Adolescents,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
The Sonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Beau Brummels,
Bad Manners,
Joy Division,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.