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 United States and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Eric Dolphy,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
Isaac Hayes,
Hoover,
Jeff Mills,
The Kinks,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Porter Ricks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Whodini,
Inner City,
FM Einheit,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
The Busters,
The Searchers,
Minnie Riperton,
10cc,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lyres,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Gong,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Swans,
Josef K,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.