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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 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 Eddi Front 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Circle Jerks,
The Saints,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brand Nubian,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Wasted Youth,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Roger Hodgson,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
T. Rex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Amon Düül II,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Golliwogs,
Model 500,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
The Gun Club,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Qualms,
Reuben Wilson,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.