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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Tomorrow to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Associates. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Sonics,
Echospace,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amazonics,
Brass Construction,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Lungfish,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smoke,
A Certain Ratio,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Camberwell Now,
Marmalade,
Nils Olav,
Soulsonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
Visage,
Motorama,
the Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
Brick,
The Evens,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.