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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Symarip to the dance 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Unwound,
JFA,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faraquet,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Near,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Warren Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
Panda Bear,
Amon Düül,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Wyatt,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
The Martian,
The Fugs,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.