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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Lou Reed to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Flamin' Groovies,
Oneida,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Quantec,
MDC,
Technova,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pagans,
Yusef Lateef,
Mantronix,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
China Crisis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Ornette Coleman,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
E-Dancer,
The Saints,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Ronan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ituana,
James White and The Blacks,
Dead Boys,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.