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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 David Bowie to the funk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grauzone,
Flash Fearless,
The Wake,
The Names,
David Axelrod,
Adolescents,
Angry Samoans,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Khruangbin,
Groovy Waters,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Average White Band,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
Rotary Connection,
Pharoah Sanders,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Jeff Lynne,
Altered Images,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Youth Brigade,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pole,
Suicide,
The Index,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.