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 Maldives and from Edmonton.
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 Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Animal Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mark Hollis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Anakelly,
Little Man,
cv313,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Pylon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
The Remains,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
The Saints,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.