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 the UAE 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the disco 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
The Invisible,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ituana,
T.S.O.L.,
Wolf Eyes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gastr Del Sol,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alphaville,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.