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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Move to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
Banda Bassotti,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
K-Klass,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ice-T,
X-102,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mojo Men,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Royal Trux,
Ronan,
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.