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 Singapore and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Stereo Dub,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Subhumans,
The Move,
The Velvet Underground,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Harry Pussy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pierre Henry,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Arab on Radar,
Donald Byrd,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Moss Icon,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Qualms,
Joe Finger,
Henry Cow,
Desert Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Glenn Branca,
Marmalade,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Television,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Warsaw,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.