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 France and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
The Saints,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Arab on Radar,
Roxy Music,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
The Cramps,
Colin Newman,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Niagra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Last Poets,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Zero Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter & Gordon,
Drexciya,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Michelle Simonal,
Magazine,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
The Durutti Column,
The Index,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.