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 Saudi Arabia and from Sao Paulo.
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 Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
Bang On A Can,
Cymande,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Chrome,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sarah Menescal,
CMW,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.