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 Mozambique and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Golliwogs to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
The Grass Roots,
Qualms,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart,
Pharoah Sanders,
B.T. Express,
Bluetip,
The Blues Magoos,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Section 25,
Public Enemy,
the Germs,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scott Walker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Desert Stars,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Eden Ahbez,
Idris Muhammad,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Walker Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Hot Snakes,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Derrick May,
Angry Samoans,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio, Gian Franco Pienzio.
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.