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 Marshall Islands and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Count Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
The Gories,
Kevin Saunderson,
Supertramp,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Visage,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Nico,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Swans,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Moebius,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
F. McDonald,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Crime,
Surgeon,
Duran Duran,
Roxy Music,
Half Japanese,
The Busters,
Dark Day,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.