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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Alton Ellis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Porter Ricks,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nik Kershaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Almond,
Cheater Slicks,
Icehouse,
Index,
The Associates,
The Electric Prunes,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Magma,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
The Star Department,
Technova,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
F. McDonald,
Joe Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.