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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
Letta Mbulu,
Groovy Waters,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lungfish,
a-ha,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Juan Atkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
June Days,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
The Skatalites,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Jimmy McGriff,
Aswad,
Fluxion,
Alice Coltrane,
Terry Callier,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
June of 44,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.