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 Qatar 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Ituana to the dance 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Second Layer,
Yellowson,
Nick Fraelich,
ABBA,
Massinfluence,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
cv313,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Gabor Szabo,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
Audionom,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Dawn Penn,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal,
Neu!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
World's Most,
Tim Buckley,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Pantytec,
Brick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.