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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dorothy Ashby,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Absolute Body Control,
Sun Ra,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Tubeway Army,
Amazonics,
Graham Central Station,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eve St. Jones,
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
This Heat,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
DJ Sneak,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Nirvana,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Doors,
Deadbeat,
The Count Five,
Gong,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Spoonie Gee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.