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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Barbara Tucker to the punk 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-Ray Spex,
The Kinks,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
AZ,
the Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Sexual Harrassment,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
The Five Americans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
The Seeds,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Hood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Popol Vuh,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Vogues,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lucky Dragons,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Half Japanese,
The Durutti Column,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Loose Ends,
Mad Mike,
The Fall,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Nas,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.