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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar 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 One Last Wish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
Marshall Jefferson,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Section 25,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Association,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
Wire,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Quantec,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cramps,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Mr. Review,
Sex Pistols,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.