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 Germany and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Cramps 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Crime,
Monks,
Index,
New York Dolls,
Half Japanese,
Sällskapet,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Spandau Ballet,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Tommy Roe,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Bush Tetras,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.