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 Mauritania 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Doobie Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Bang on a Can All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Khruangbin,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smiths,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Aaron Thompson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pet Shop Boys,
Accadde A,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
In Retrospect,
Prince Buster,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
New York Dolls,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Scratch Acid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pretty Things,
The Kinks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lightning Bolt,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Q and Not U,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Surgeon,
Janne Schatter,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.