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 Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Rotary Connection 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Chris Corsano,
The Zeros,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Loose Ends,
Barry Ungar,
Shoche,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Average White Band,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Moss Icon,
Index,
Swans,
Lakeside,
Quando Quango,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Copeland,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Letta Mbulu,
Boz Scaggs,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Suburban Knight,
Easy Going,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
The Techniques,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wire,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.