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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerrie Biddell,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
This Heat,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Ronnie Foster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Newcleus,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice,
K-Klass,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gong,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Motions,
Massinfluence,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Siglo XX,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donald Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.