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 Cyprus and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Laurel Aitken,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
The Real Kids,
The American Breed,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
Terry Callier,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Q and Not U,
Visage,
Amazonics,
FM Einheit,
Patti Smith,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Byrd,
Mantronix,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
The Toasters,
Public Enemy,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
John Foxx,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gap Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Morten Harket,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.