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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a linndrum 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 güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
The Gun Club,
Faust,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
MC5,
Kas Product,
Suicide,
Trumans Water,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Al Stewart,
Inner City,
The Last Poets,
the Normal,
Funky Four + One,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Ponytail,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Yazoo,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fugs,
The Raincoats,
Joey Negro,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.