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 Argentina 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marine Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sister Nancy,
R.M.O.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Reuben Wilson,
Bauhaus,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brothers Johnson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Smog,
Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Ultra Naté,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.