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 Monaco and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Throbbing Gristle to the crunk 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Flag,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Japan,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Q and Not U,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Animal Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Count Five,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
The Fugs,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
LL Cool J,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.