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 Azerbaijan and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Bauhaus,
the Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Easy Going,
X-101,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Procol Harum,
Ice-T,
Oblivians,
Dave Gahan,
The Birthday Party,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Crash Course in Science,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Fear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Index,
Shoche,
Bobby Sherman,
Neil Young,
Barrington Levy,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Angels of Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Japan,
Index,
Minutemen,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Kaleidoscope,
Ohio Players,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.