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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Misunderstood,
Dual Sessions,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Derrick May,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suburban Knight,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerri Chandler,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Ronnie Foster,
Pulsallama,
Roxy Music,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Lightning Bolt,
The Cramps,
Hardrive,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Fear,
Ultravox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Music Machine,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
Glenn Branca,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Smoke,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.