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 Turkey and from Madrid.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
In Retrospect,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Black Dice,
Nico,
The Divine Comedy,
The Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Tom Boy,
Eric Dolphy,
Michelle Simonal,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Christie,
The Martian,
Josef K,
the Association,
Spoonie Gee,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Monochrome Set,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
John Foxx,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
The Zeros,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
T. Rex,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Flipper,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.