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 Spain and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Excepter 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Prince Buster,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Kayak,
Bush Tetras,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
Sarah Menescal,
The Index,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Invisible,
Swell Maps,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
The Gories,
Henry Cow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fatback Band,
Joyce Sims,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.