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 Iceland and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 La Düsseldorf to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Section 25,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Young Rascals,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
The Offenders,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cybotron,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Juan Atkins,
Prince Buster,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Freddie Wadling,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kas Product,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
New York Dolls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Roxy Music,
Funkadelic,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.