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 Kiribati and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Womack,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Move,
Alice Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Black Bananas,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Monks,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Standells,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Rotary Connection,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
X-101,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Star Department,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.