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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blancmange,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Flash Fearless,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
Television,
Harmonia,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
ABBA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stereo Dub,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Stockholm Monsters,
Goldenarms,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.