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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Neu!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Rufus Thomas,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
Ronan,
Faraquet,
Massinfluence,
Quando Quango,
Wings,
The Toasters,
Arcadia,
Japan,
The Durutti Column,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Slick Rick,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Flag,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Audionom,
Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish, Country Joe & The Fish.
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.