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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Wire,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
The Misunderstood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Judy Mowatt,
Stiv Bators,
Shoche,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eden Ahbez,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Amon Düül II,
The Knickerbockers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crime,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Kaleidoscope,
John Lydon,
Das Ding,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Interpol,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.