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 Venezuela and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rap 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fortunes,
kango's stein massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Green,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mo-Dettes,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Womack,
Connie Case,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Visage,
Joyce Sims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.