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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Cale to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
X-102,
John Lydon,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tim Buckley,
X-101,
The Smiths,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
Nick Fraelich,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Whodini,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nirvana,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Morten Harket,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
The Real Kids,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.