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 Cameroon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Panda Bear to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Audionom,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Hill,
Kas Product,
Wally Richardson,
Jeff Lynne,
Faust,
Make Up,
The Kinks,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wasted Youth,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
Heaven 17,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Tres Demented,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
New York Dolls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Warsaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.