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 Russia and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Stockholm Monsters to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Babytalk,
The Seeds,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
New York Dolls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ken Boothe,
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
UT,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
The Real Kids,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
The Gap Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The American Breed,
Sixth Finger,
Gong,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.