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 Netherlands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Eric Copeland to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
10cc,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Marcia Griffiths,
Easy Going,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
MC5,
Nick Fraelich,
Spoonie Gee,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat,
Arcadia,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Leonard Cohen,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Rosa Yemen,
Motorama,
Faraquet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.