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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
cv313,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül II,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eurythmics,
Mantronix,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Los Fastidios,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
Mr. Review,
X-Ray Spex,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
The Remains,
Cymande,
Wire,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Kaleidoscope,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Byron Stingily,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Reagan Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Underground Resistance,
The Move,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Circle Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Crime,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.