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 Netherlands and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 Howard Jones to the rock 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Moleskins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blackbyrds,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Pus,
the Sonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
The Remains,
Funkadelic,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Infiniti,
Althea and Donna,
Khruangbin,
10cc,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minny Pops,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Carl Craig,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.