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 Moldova and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Buckinghams to the disco 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Franke,
David McCallum,
Gastr Del Sol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eric Copeland,
June Days,
Wasted Youth,
Mars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
Radio Birdman,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Radiohead,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Basic Channel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Rites of Spring,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mark Hollis,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
Arab on Radar,
X-101,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.