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 Spain 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Music Machine to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Yaz,
Von Mondo,
Shuggie Otis,
U.S. Maple,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
Essential Logic,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Kerrie Biddell,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Archie Shepp,
Index,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.