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 Macedonia and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 The Blues Magoos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
10cc,
Barrington Levy,
Josef K,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Seeds,
Interpol,
MC5,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacob Miller,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Au Pairs,
Youth Brigade,
Sandy B,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Sheep,
Barry Ungar,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
Kaleidoscope,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-101,
Scion,
Peter and Kerry,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.