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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 The Vogues to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
The Residents,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
Magazine,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
The Wake,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
the Human League,
The Leaves,
Negative Approach,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
Brand Nubian,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Litter,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
David Bowie,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Martian,
Ice-T,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.