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 Turkmenistan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rekid,
Fear,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Todd Rundgren,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Popol Vuh,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Motorama,
The Mojo Men,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Make Up,
X-102,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacques Brel,
Max Romeo,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bauhaus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.