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 Cyprus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 U.S. Maple to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nirvana,
June of 44,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
48th St. Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Symarip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Franke,
The Slits,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Sheep,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zero Boys,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Hill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Womack,
Hot Snakes,
These Immortal Souls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.