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 Liberia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Banda Bassotti to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Eddi Front,
Das Ding,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Sight & Sound,
Brand Nubian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
Roxy Music,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
The Gun Club,
ABBA,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cramps,
Maurizio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Young Marble Giants,
Albert Ayler,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Iggy Pop,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
10cc,
Bob Dylan,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.