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 Kazakhstan and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Con Funk Shun,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Q65,
Rekid,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Magma,
Shoche,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Cameo,
Ronan,
Jawbox,
Andrew Hill,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gories,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
The Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.