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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the rock 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
The Zeros,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective,
The Fall,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Eddi Front,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Bad Manners,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Evens,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
Guru Guru,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Techniques,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Kas Product,
kango's stein massive,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
John Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.