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 Australia and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Gahan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Bang On A Can,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Q65,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Bobbi Humphrey,
OOIOO,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
ABC,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Maurizio,
Echospace,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.