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 Namibia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Loose Ends to the crunk 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
John Holt,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
The Victims,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Easy Going,
The Saints,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Wolf Eyes,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Human League,
Lower 48,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Rekid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Kaleidoscope,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.