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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Easy Going,
World's Most,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
David Axelrod,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Max Romeo,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Sonics,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bang On A Can,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
The Gories,
Jandek,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.