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 India and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
D'Angelo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Angry Samoans,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
AZ,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bluetip,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Schoolly D,
Agitation Free,
T.S.O.L.,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang of Four,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Scrapy,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Maleditus Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Black Flag,
Intrusion,
the Normal,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.