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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Magazine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sight & Sound,
Livin' Joy,
The Cowsills,
David Bowie,
The Names,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Chris Corsano,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
The Toasters,
the Normal,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
Silicon Teens,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arcadia,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Donald Byrd,
Electric Prunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
Hasil Adkins,
Babytalk,
In Retrospect,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
The Zeros,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Funky Four + One,
Metal Thangz,
The Durutti Column,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.