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 Uzbekistan and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Hashim,
Glenn Branca,
The Blues Magoos,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brand Nubian,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Joey Negro,
Y Pants,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Warren Ellis,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Little Man,
Procol Harum,
Outsiders,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
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John Foxx,
T. Rex,
Ronnie Foster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cowsills,
Motorama,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Swans,
The American Breed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.