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 Andorra and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kerri Chandler to the crunk 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glenn Branca,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
The Techniques,
The Young Rascals,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Altered Images,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Niagra,
Livin' Joy,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Traffic Nightmare,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Cybotron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Zapp,
Marmalade,
Lou Christie,
The Seeds,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.