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 Yemen and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Panda Bear,
Wally Richardson,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Skatalites,
Thompson Twins,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Slits,
Radiohead,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crooked Eye,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Henry Cow,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
Tears for Fears,
The Searchers,
The United States of America,
Infiniti,
Y Pants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
Television Personalities,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lightning Bolt,
Shoche,
Lalo Schifrin,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cramps,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Pus,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.