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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron 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 The Sonics to the techno 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television Personalities,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Schoolly D,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Arcadia,
Fela Kuti,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
the Slits,
John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.