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 Austria and from Tokyo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
The Associates,
Saccharine Trust,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Niagra,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Minor Threat,
Lindisfarne,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
Accadde A,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Mantronix,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Soulsonic Force,
Yazoo,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
Severed Heads,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Chrome,
The Names,
Audionom,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Alphaville,
Deakin,
Skriet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.