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 Switzerland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
U.S. Maple,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
FM Einheit,
Joe Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
The Velvet Underground,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
Q65,
Easy Going,
Iggy Pop,
Freddie Wadling,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Japan,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Spandau Ballet,
Neil Young,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Modern Lovers,
Ken Boothe,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.