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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Severed Heads,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Alton Ellis,
Patti Smith,
Wings,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Faust,
The Toasters,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arab on Radar,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
New Order,
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
EPMD,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
Q65,
Main Source,
the Human League,
Monolake,
Lungfish,
Anthony Braxton,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Minor Threat,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
The Saints,
Sällskapet,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.