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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Sun Ra to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Pole,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Accadde A,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
New York Dolls,
Symarip,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Donald Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rotary Connection,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
Lower 48,
The Pretty Things,
The New Christs,
The Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Smooth,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Excepter,
MC5,
Laurel Aitken,
Talk Talk,
Japan,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.