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 Seychelles and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
The Fire Engines,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Massinfluence,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Jacques Brel,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Robert Hood,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Average White Band,
Fela Kuti,
Mars,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Urselle,
Derrick Morgan,
Absolute Body Control,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.