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 Paraguay and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Divine Comedy to the techno 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
The New Christs,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DNA,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
Rapeman,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
Funky Four + One,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Happenings,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Martian,
The Techniques,
Scan 7,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.