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 Egypt and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 John Cale to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
John Cale,
Fad Gadget,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jeff Mills,
Slave,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Echospace,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barry Ungar,
Minor Threat,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Japan,
Cheater Slicks,
Dave Gahan,
A Certain Ratio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
LL Cool J,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Five Americans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ken Boothe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Walker Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
The Move,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Grass Roots,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.