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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 JFA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Country Teasers,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
Nick Fraelich,
UT,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Sonics,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Delta 5,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aaron Thompson,
Juan Atkins,
Mission of Burma,
cv313,
The Searchers,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Sixth Finger,
KRS-One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nik Kershaw,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül II,
Michelle Simonal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.