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 Congo 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Doors,
The Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Chrome,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Human League,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Bananas,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
Lalann,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Circle Jerks,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
cv313,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
Ultra Naté,
D'Angelo,
ABBA,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Isaac Hayes,
Tommy Roe,
The Mojo Men,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.