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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme 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 techno 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Flamin' Groovies,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers,
Model 500,
Black Pus,
Television,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
The Birthday Party,
Ituana,
Camberwell Now,
The Sonics,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Connie Case,
Livin' Joy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
D'Angelo,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Porter Ricks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Main Source,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.