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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Charles Mingus,
Henry Cow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
The Skatalites,
Eric Copeland,
Rosa Yemen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
The Stooges,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Livin' Joy,
X-102,
John Holt,
Radio Birdman,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Ornette Coleman,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.