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 Germany and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Remains,
Terry Callier,
Vladislav Delay,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sonic Youth,
Arthur Verocai,
Lalann,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Yazoo,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Barrington Levy,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Desert Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
John Foxx,
Pierre Henry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.