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 Gabon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the funk 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
The Walker Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
Bootsy Collins,
Make Up,
Essential Logic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
Iggy Pop,
The Fire Engines,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
K-Klass,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Gabor Szabo,
Oblivians,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Michelle Simonal,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.