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 India and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Heaven 17,
Fear,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liliput,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Patti Smith,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
The Sound,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Connie Case,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Swans,
The Gun Club,
The Kinks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Iggy Pop,
Theoretical Girls,
Bronski Beat,
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Clarke,
Magazine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.