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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the rap 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lightning Bolt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Archie Shepp,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
The Victims,
Popol Vuh,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
48th St. Collective,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Human League,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Rundgren,
Quadrant,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
Avey Tare,
Mr. Review,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Smog,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Zapp,
Idris Muhammad,
Index,
T. Rex,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.