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 Armenia and from Glasgow.
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 Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Grey Daturas,
Oblivians,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Robert Wyatt,
ABBA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bluetip,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Skatalites,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
R.M.O.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Carl Craig,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Quantec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Monolake,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.