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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Association to the dance 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
The Move,
Faust,
AZ,
Ten City,
A Certain Ratio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Technova,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Eve St. Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Swell Maps,
Fela Kuti,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monolake,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Skriet,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
Organ,
Todd Rundgren,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Stiv Bators,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Sherman,
The Victims,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Joyce Sims,
D'Angelo,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.