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 Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Con Funk Shun,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blancmange,
Dark Day,
Fear,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Ultra Naté,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Funky Four + One,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
Q65,
Lucky Dragons,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Outsiders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Ten City,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
Pussy Galore,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.