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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Wings,
Stetsasonic,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Green,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ohio Players,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Supertramp,
Joe Finger,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
David Axelrod,
The Kinks,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Darondo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
the Association,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Bizarre Inc.,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Deepchord,
Black Moon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.