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 Somalia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Boredoms to the funk 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Chrome,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Aaron Thompson,
Unrelated Segments,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Pylon,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
Dark Day,
D'Angelo,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry's Kids,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec,
Patti Smith,
Supertramp,
the Slits,
Schoolly D,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.