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 Cambodia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Infiniti,
Vainqueur,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Skatalites,
These Immortal Souls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
Das Ding,
Jandek,
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crooked Eye,
Japan,
Mars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
the Slits,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smoke,
Stiv Bators,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Easy Going,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.