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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Toni Rubio,
Con Funk Shun,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television,
The Velvet Underground,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Wolf Eyes,
June Days,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Sun City Girls,
The Offenders,
Pole,
Moss Icon,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Black Pus,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
Fluxion,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.