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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Derrick Morgan to the funk 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
K-Klass,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonic Youth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Morten Harket,
Slave,
Los Fastidios,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Das Ding,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantytec,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mad Mike,
Gang of Four,
John Coltrane,
Dawn Penn,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
The New Christs,
Japan,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
Camberwell Now,
Lalann,
EPMD,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.