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 France and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy 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 electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Dead Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Harry Pussy,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Selecter,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Chris Corsano,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Wire,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
The Busters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mad Mike,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Los Fastidios,
Icehouse,
Khruangbin,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
David Axelrod,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Technova,
Panda Bear,
the Bar-Kays,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Faust,
Excepter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.