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 Nauru and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Remains to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor,
The Standells,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick Morgan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harmonia,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Banda Bassotti,
Second Layer,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Donny Hathaway,
Sparks,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Teasers,
Hardrive,
Soulsonic Force,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Rundgren,
Deepchord,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Modern Lovers,
Spoonie Gee,
Neu!,
the Normal,
the Fania All-Stars,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.