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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gong,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
The Busters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Trumans Water,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Wings,
Roxy Music,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Minutemen,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Underground Resistance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Chris Corsano,
Wally Richardson,
The Toasters,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Metal Thangz,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.