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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Offenders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crime,
Interpol,
Suicide,
Michelle Simonal,
The Neon Judgement,
Colin Newman,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fluxion,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Organ,
Jandek,
Technova,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
The Vogues,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.