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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Marcia Griffiths to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Gong,
Adolescents,
UT,
The Velvet Underground,
Warren Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Khruangbin,
Josef K,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Pylon,
Tom Boy,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
L. Decosne,
Basic Channel,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Saints,
Faust,
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Music Machine,
Symarip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
The Motions,
Crooked Eye,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.