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 Tunisia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Interpol to the rap 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Absolute Body Control,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Lower 48,
Theoretical Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Nik Kershaw,
The Techniques,
Clear Light,
Eve St. Jones,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Womack,
The Index,
This Heat,
Sex Pistols,
Zapp,
Rites of Spring,
The Busters,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Buzzcocks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.