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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erykah Badu to the electroclash 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Lynne,
Kenny Larkin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aloha Tigers,
Vladislav Delay,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Toni Rubio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wolf Eyes,
James White and The Blacks,
Drexciya,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
PIL,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Procol Harum,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Thee Headcoats,
Popol Vuh,
Jacques Brel,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Jandek,
Bootsy Collins,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
Scratch Acid,
OOIOO,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Tres Demented,
Anakelly,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.