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 Russia and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Robert Görl to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Moss Icon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Chris Corsano,
Anthony Braxton,
Ken Boothe,
Graham Central Station,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Görl,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Connie Case,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
The Offenders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
The Barracudas,
The Red Krayola,
Spoonie Gee,
DJ Sneak,
Tres Demented,
Newcleus,
48th St. Collective,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Y Pants,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultravox,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.