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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Magazine to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Aswad,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tres Demented,
The Kinks,
The Moleskins,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
Los Fastidios,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Amon Düül,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Nils Olav,
Jawbox,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dead C,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
EPMD,
Echospace,
Clear Light,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.