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 Lyon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
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 Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the disco 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Offenders,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
Moby Grape,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
The Vogues,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rites of Spring,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Prunes,
Clear Light,
Rekid,
Fear,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Model 500,
Ornette Coleman,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
Motorama,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
ABC,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.