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 Kazakhstan and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Sonic Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Saints,
Skarface,
Au Pairs,
Silicon Teens,
the Normal,
Stetsasonic,
The Slits,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Marine Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
John Holt,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
The Count Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Infiniti,
The Dead C,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultravox,
Schoolly D,
Yaz,
Fugazi,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
Stiv Bators,
Boz Scaggs,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
X-102,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.