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 Brazil and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yaz,
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacob Miller,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
The Walker Brothers,
Moebius,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Certain Ratio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Zapp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
The Searchers,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Con Funk Shun,
Franke,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Warsaw,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
Yazoo,
The Associates,
AZ,
Little Man,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.