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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rapeman to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Standells,
The Residents,
The Five Americans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Clear Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jerry's Kids,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
cv313,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
Basic Channel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fugs,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
The Alarm Clocks,
Surgeon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Steve Hackett,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
Ossler,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.