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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Wake to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Minor Threat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Nas,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Blossom Toes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cowsills,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arcadia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masters at Work,
Liliput,
The Modern Lovers,
Anthony Braxton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Tres Demented,
Zero Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
L. Decosne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Fatback Band,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
Johnny Clarke,
Banda Bassotti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
The Pretty Things,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Procol Harum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.