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 Tanzania and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Black Flag,
Agitation Free,
Harry Pussy,
Pantaleimon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Last Poets,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
H. Thieme,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gun Club,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
the Germs,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radio Birdman,
The Martian,
Japan,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Scan 7,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.