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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Essential Logic,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Names,
Rakim,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Seeds,
Organ,
the Germs,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Au Pairs,
The Gladiators,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Agent Orange,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
Tom Boy,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Swell Maps,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Al Stewart,
Lower 48,
Toni Rubio,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.