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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the rap 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nico,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Divine Comedy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
The Monks,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
World's Most,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
CMW,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Leonard Cohen,
Mission of Burma,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Grauzone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Josef K,
Alton Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Radio Birdman,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Eve St. Jones,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
John Holt,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.