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 Burkina and from London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amon Düül II to the jazz 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Section 25,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Victims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Malaria!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultra Naté,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Zapp,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Arcadia,
Massinfluence,
Tommy Roe,
Glenn Branca,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Velvet Underground,
Animal Collective,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacques Brel,
Agent Orange,
Yaz,
Franke,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Q and Not U,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Eddi Front,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Ultravox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mission of Burma,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.