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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ 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 David Axelrod to the crunk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Dawn Penn,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Donald Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cecil Taylor,
John Foxx,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Saints,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
LL Cool J,
Ronnie Foster,
Black Flag,
John Coltrane,
D'Angelo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
Half Japanese,
Main Source,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.