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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Adolescents,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Toni Rubio,
Echospace,
Accadde A,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
Iggy Pop,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Parrish,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.