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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Sonics 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eddi Front,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Anakelly,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Adolescents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Real Kids,
Dawn Penn,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
The United States of America,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Piero Umiliani,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.