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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ten City,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Eric Dolphy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
K-Klass,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Sound Behaviour,
Grauzone,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
La Düsseldorf,
Eddi Front,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Görl,
Anakelly,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.