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 Oman 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the disco 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Evens,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Can,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Unwound,
The Happenings,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
The Moody Blues,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Wells,
Stetsasonic,
Rekid,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultravox,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
Patti Smith,
Derrick May,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.