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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Associates 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Clear Light,
48th St. Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Ronan,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Black Pus,
Bluetip,
Idris Muhammad,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
The Real Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Enemy,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Gang of Four,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Connie Case,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers,
Gong,
Ituana,
Stockholm Monsters,
Glenn Branca,
Whodini,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
Nico,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Khruangbin,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.