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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Robert Wyatt to the jazz 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Popol Vuh,
Scratch Acid,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
The Associates,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Joyce Sims,
Arthur Verocai,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Moby Grape,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Black Bananas,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Althea and Donna,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
The Happenings,
Thee Headcoats,
Dual Sessions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Offenders,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.