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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the jazz 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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Boredoms,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Niagra,
Khruangbin,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Organ,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Skaos,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Guru Guru,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Martian,
This Heat,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wings,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Carl Craig,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.