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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Q and Not U 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
Cecil Taylor,
Quantec,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Audionom,
The Searchers,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
Dennis Brown,
E-Dancer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
The Grass Roots,
Black Pus,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
Magma,
Model 500,
Black Sheep,
Outsiders,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
48th St. Collective,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Delta 5,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agent Orange,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.