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 Kiribati 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The J.B.'s to the jazz 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Certain Ratio,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonic Youth,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Fela Kuti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxette,
Ice-T,
Ken Boothe,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
The Pop Group,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
E-Dancer,
Max Romeo,
The Names,
Pantaleimon,
Blake Baxter,
Flipper,
OOIOO,
Eli Mardock,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.