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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Flash Fearless to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Laurel Aitken,
Michelle Simonal,
Al Stewart,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
The Moody Blues,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Television,
Radiohead,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
The Smoke,
Can,
Oneida,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Liliput,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Technova,
Mo-Dettes,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
Wolf Eyes,
Maleditus Sound,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.