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 Brunei and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
H. Thieme,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
Altered Images,
F. McDonald,
Cal Tjader,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Henry Cow,
The Black Dice,
Scientists,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Can,
Agent Orange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Talk Talk,
Anakelly,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
In Retrospect,
Eve St. Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Guru Guru,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Eli Mardock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.