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 Houston.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Soft Machine to the disco 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
China Crisis,
Pere Ubu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
The Fugs,
Little Man,
Magma,
The Cure,
Franke,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Oneida,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Althea and Donna,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
The Remains,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Toasters,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
Scratch Acid,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amazonics,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Alison Limerick,
Television Personalities,
Sexual Harrassment,
This Heat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Index,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fluxion,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.