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 Palau and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Excepter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
the Soft Cell,
Metal Thangz,
The Barracudas,
K-Klass,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Derrick Morgan,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Symarip,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rekid,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover,
Connie Case,
The Techniques,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
cv313,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Durutti Column,
Ultravox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
10cc,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Monks,
The Selecter,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Moby Grape,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.