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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Erasure to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Duran Duran,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Cal Tjader,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
The Vogues,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Dead C,
The Walker Brothers,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Ohio Players,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Loose Ends,
Pulsallama,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.