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 Venezuela and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 oboe 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 Black Bananas to the rock 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Ash Ra Tempel,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Sixth Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Schoolly D,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Gabor Szabo,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Lou Reed,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
Neu!,
Bobby Byrd,
Joy Division,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Hasil Adkins,
John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.