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 Gabon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Half Japanese,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris & Cosey,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
Motorama,
Ten City,
ABC,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.