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 Azerbaijan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Camouflage to the techno 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Sex Pistols,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Ten City,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Arcadia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Animal Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Bill Near,
Rites of Spring,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chrome,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The New Christs,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.