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 Ecuador and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Andrew Hill to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scratch Acid,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deakin,
Cameo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wolf Eyes,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Wyatt,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Mr. Review,
Funkadelic,
Shoche,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.