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 Fiji and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Bush Tetras to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Au Pairs,
Letta Mbulu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Derrick May,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
David Bowie,
Lakeside,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crash Course in Science,
Metal Thangz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
James White and The Blacks,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
Half Japanese,
World's Most,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Dolphy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Model 500,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Young Rascals,
China Crisis,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
Warsaw,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Toasters,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.