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 Kazakhstan and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Soft Machine,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul II Soul,
Inner City,
Hardrive,
Babytalk,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Y Pants,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Agent Orange,
Blake Baxter,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Shoche,
The Young Rascals,
The Doors,
LL Cool J,
Jacob Miller,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David Axelrod,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Rekid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Excepter,
Yaz,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eurythmics,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.