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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sam Rivers,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
the Germs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nick Fraelich,
Lebanon Hanover,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
X-102,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Lakeside,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
Kaleidoscope,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.