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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Beijing and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Deakin to the crunk 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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Joey Negro,
Masters at Work,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Marmalade,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slick Rick,
John Coltrane,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Supertramp,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.