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 Belgium and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 OOIOO to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Scion,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
the Normal,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Eurythmics,
Outsiders,
The Birthday Party,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Hot Snakes,
Hasil Adkins,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
DNA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
The Smoke,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
Heaven 17,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
One Last Wish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
OOIOO,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.