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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Monochrome Set,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
The Count Five,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
MDC,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Inner City,
Tropical Tobacco,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Television,
The Raincoats,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Slick Rick,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gabor Szabo,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Animal Collective,
Sandy B,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.