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 Nepal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Germs to the techno 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Circle Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Urselle,
Qualms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Animal Collective,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
David McCallum,
ABC,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suicide,
Absolute Body Control,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.