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 India and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smog to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Make Up,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Star Department,
Nirvana,
John Lydon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pharoah Sanders,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Searchers,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
the Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
Hashim,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Crash Course in Science,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.