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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Panda Bear to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Red Krayola,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Monolake,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Beau Brummels,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
Pantytec,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Moon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
Toni Rubio,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The New Christs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.