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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Copeland,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Animal Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Yusef Lateef,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
a-ha,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Minor Threat,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
E-Dancer,
Ituana,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Bob Dylan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Drexciya,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.