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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Hasil Adkins to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Harry Pussy,
Scratch Acid,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marine Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
Peter and Kerry,
Donald Byrd,
Can,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Livin' Joy,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Alison Limerick,
Panda Bear,
Faust,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Radiohead,
Soulsonic Force,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smoke,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Jawbox,
Carl Craig,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.