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 Congo and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 David Bowie 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 Victims to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Mills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
U.S. Maple,
Absolute Body Control,
The Detroit Cobras,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ponytail,
The Gap Band,
Agent Orange,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
Easy Going,
DNA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Chrome,
The Techniques,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
Alison Limerick,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
PIL,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Foxx,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.