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 Honduras and from Portland.
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 Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Dorothy Ashby to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mandrill,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
Albert Ayler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Banda Bassotti,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Max Romeo,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Trojans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Modern Lovers,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.