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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Vladislav Delay to the electroclash 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Index,
The Seeds,
Faraquet,
Iggy Pop,
Gong,
Dorothy Ashby,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Warren Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
The Names,
The Evens,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Victims,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Last Poets,
F. McDonald,
Skriet,
Quantec,
The Gap Band,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
Sun City Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Japan,
Barry Ungar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultra Naté,
The Stooges,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Swell Maps,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.