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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Clear Light to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris & Cosey,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Crash Course in Science,
Lee Hazlewood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Sonic Youth,
The Invisible,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Tubeway Army,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
The Real Kids,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.