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 Italy 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
Qualms,
New Order,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lungfish,
Jeff Mills,
The Toasters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Green,
Sandy B,
The Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
Liliput,
Lou Christie,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Anakelly,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Angels of Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.