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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Japan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Little Man,
Don Cherry,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Bob Dylan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Smog,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Ponytail,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
The Wake,
Kool Moe Dee,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.