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 Sierra Leone and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Desert Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar 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 Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ohio Players,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sound,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Theoretical Girls,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Audionom,
Television,
Black Bananas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Mo-Dettes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Clear Light,
Boogie Down Productions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
L. Decosne,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Das Ding,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scott Walker,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Altered Images,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Derrick May,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks,
Deakin,
Throbbing Gristle,
T.S.O.L.,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.