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 Tajikistan 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Byron Stingily to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Rotary Connection,
Icehouse,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Khruangbin,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
Arcadia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Quantec,
Flash Fearless,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Technova,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.