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 Haiti and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the jazz 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Residents,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boredoms,
The Martian,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Adolescents,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Parry Music,
The Skatalites,
Donny Hathaway,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Can,
John Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.