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 Finland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Cowsills to the punk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
Inner City,
David Axelrod,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Wolf Eyes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Count Five,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Brass Construction,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Rekid,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Absolute Body Control,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
K-Klass,
Youth Brigade,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.