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 Moldova and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Josef K,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
Audionom,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shoche,
The Martian,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gong,
the Germs,
The Saints,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Lalann,
Tommy Roe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Residents,
Crash Course in Science,
Panda Bear,
Yaz,
The Searchers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dorothy Ashby,
World's Most,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scion,
Yazoo,
The Dave Clark Five,
MDC,
Donny Hathaway,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.