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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Groovy Waters to the disco 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Reuben Wilson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
The Litter,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Visage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Section 25,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Pole,
The Happenings,
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
Joe Smooth,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.