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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Eli Mardock,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Wolf Eyes,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
Magazine,
the Swans,
Donald Byrd,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
Nirvana,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siglo XX,
Skarface,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Gregory Isaacs,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
The Names,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.