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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
New York Dolls,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mr. Review,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
The Smoke,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
B.T. Express,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Jeff Mills,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
T.S.O.L.,
Intrusion,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Faraquet,
the Swans,
Nas,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gories,
Japan,
Ponytail,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.