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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ponytail to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Sun Ra,
Donny Hathaway,
Pussy Galore,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
June Days,
Leonard Cohen,
Pagans,
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Neu!,
Roxy Music,
New Order,
Crispy Ambulance,
David Bowie,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Wolf Eyes,
Funkadelic,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Jawbox,
Drexciya,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
One Last Wish,
Clear Light,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
Outsiders,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
The Mojo Men,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.