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 Honduras and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin 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 Mary Jane Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Fugazi,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Monks,
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
The Detroit Cobras,
Magma,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Ohio Players,
Maurizio,
June of 44,
Bluetip,
Isaac Hayes,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Liliput,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Electric Prunes,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
R.M.O.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Blancmange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
Eric Copeland,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.