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 Korea North and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Happenings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan,
Sarah Menescal,
Ossler,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Qualms,
Trumans Water,
Freddie Wadling,
cv313,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camberwell Now,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Raincoats,
Faust,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Yazoo,
Skriet,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
The Gories,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Adolescents,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.