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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Alice Coltrane,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Flipper,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Kayak,
Jeff Lynne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Tremeloes,
Sparks,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Ten City,
Roxy Music,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.