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 Japan and from Woodstock.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 In Retrospect to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Robert Hood,
Half Japanese,
The Shadows of Knight,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
Minutemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
David McCallum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unrelated Segments,
Hoover,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
Swans,
Erasure,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Womack,
Subhumans,
Carl Craig,
T. Rex,
the Association,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.