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 United Kingdom 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crooked Eye to the rap 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Q65,
Unwound,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
Mantronix,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Barry Ungar,
Peter and Kerry,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Aaron Thompson,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
K-Klass,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.