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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Pantytec,
Bobby Womack,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Delta 5,
Toni Rubio,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Music Machine,
Cluster,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
U.S. Maple,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Whodini,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.