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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the oboe 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 Pantaleimon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Gang Starr,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Unrelated Segments,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Zeros,
the Association,
Rakim,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Joy Division,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Television,
Gang Green,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick May,
The Divine Comedy,
Graham Central Station,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.