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 Singapore 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ten City to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
John Lydon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ohio Players,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantaleimon,
Clear Light,
Pylon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joey Negro,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
The Litter,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Avey Tare,
Jawbox,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
David Bowie,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Cal Tjader,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.