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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
the Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Pierre Henry,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Oblivians,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Leonard Cohen,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
PIL,
Section 25,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Amazonics,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fuzztones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drexciya,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.