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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Siglo XX,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Blues Magoos,
Chris & Cosey,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Liliput,
ABC,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
the Association,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
Robert Hood,
The Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Fall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lungfish,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
In Retrospect,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
Moss Icon,
John Cale,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.