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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Electric Prunes to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Howard Jones,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sex Pistols,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
PIL,
Erasure,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
the Slits,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Japan,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
Sun Ra,
The Busters,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joensuu 1685,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Stereo Dub,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.