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 Chile and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sugar Minott,
Joe Smooth,
Deadbeat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
Motorama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Gang of Four,
CMW,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Underground Resistance,
The Fugs,
Ice-T,
The Cowsills,
The Gories,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Black Sheep,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
Second Layer,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Steve Hackett,
Lightning Bolt,
Eli Mardock,
Neil Young,
The Monochrome Set,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
The Kinks,
MC5,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.