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 Morocco and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yaz to the techno 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Evens,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Whodini,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster,
H. Thieme,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ludus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Amazonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
Banda Bassotti,
Subhumans,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Godley & Creme,
Roy Ayers,
John Foxx,
Fugazi,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.