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 El Salvador and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Q65 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June Days,
Wings,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Symarip,
Icehouse,
The Residents,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye,
This Heat,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonic Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
Negative Approach,
Freddie Wadling,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Albert Ayler,
AZ,
Aloha Tigers,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warsaw,
PIL,
Andrew Hill,
the Normal,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.