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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the punk 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Fugazi,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quantec,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Harmonia,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
In Retrospect,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Patti Smith,
Royal Trux,
Visage,
Sam Rivers,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.