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 Romania and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-101,
the Germs,
Davy DMX,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Selecter,
The Divine Comedy,
Archie Shepp,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
The Gap Band,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
John Coltrane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Kas Product,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Prince Buster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
The Doors,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The United States of America,
MDC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.