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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 New York Dolls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
The Searchers,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
The Count Five,
Joyce Sims,
Lakeside,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bauhaus,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Camouflage,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Howard Jones,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
Severed Heads,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monolake,
The Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.