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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Star Department to the disco 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
The Index,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
Traffic Nightmare,
Half Japanese,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Sonny Sharrock,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scratch Acid,
The Blackbyrds,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Archie Shepp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
Heaven 17,
The Stooges,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxette,
Skaos,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.