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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Evens,
Absolute Body Control,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wally Richardson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dual Sessions,
Vladislav Delay,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
Danielle Patucci,
Dawn Penn,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Rekid,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.