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 Netherlands and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Offenders to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
The Grass Roots,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Gang Green,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Anthony Braxton,
The Buckinghams,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
The Slackers,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Smog,
The Cramps,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
One Last Wish,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.