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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Selecter to the grime 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tears for Fears,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Danielle Patucci,
Boredoms,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Supertramp,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lungfish,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Stiv Bators,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacques Brel,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
The Leaves,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.