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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tommy Roe,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott Heron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gerry Rafferty,
Inner City,
The Black Dice,
Cluster,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Charles Mingus,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unwound,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Colin Newman,
Swell Maps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Qualms,
Japan,
Ossler,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Jawbox,
Accadde A,
Barry Ungar,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Babytalk,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.