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 Ethiopia 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
Moby Grape,
E-Dancer,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Freddie Wadling,
Symarip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
June Days,
The Busters,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
D'Angelo,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
Niagra,
Icehouse,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
La Düsseldorf,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
Amon Düül,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Newcleus,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
ABBA,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.