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 Pakistan and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Aloha Tigers 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Popol Vuh,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Index,
Lebanon Hanover,
T.S.O.L.,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
B.T. Express,
Yusef Lateef,
D'Angelo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Television Personalities,
Davy DMX,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Bobby Sherman,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Girls At Our Best!,
DJ Sneak,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
Terry Callier,
The Mojo Men,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.