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 Kuwait and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the oboe 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Michelle Simonal,
Don Cherry,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gong,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Lalann,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Cecil Taylor,
Ossler,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Doors,
John Foxx,
Urselle,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
One Last Wish,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
Joensuu 1685,
Yazoo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Jacob Miller,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.