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 Kyrgyzstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Sun Ra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Banda Bassotti,
Massinfluence,
The Dead C,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
Severed Heads,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Youth Brigade,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drexciya,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
David Axelrod,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Minutemen,
cv313,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Knickerbockers,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
Camouflage,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.