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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Dolphy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
MC5,
The Cramps,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Make Up,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Faraquet,
Bluetip,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Dawn Penn,
Stockholm Monsters,
Heaven 17,
Moebius,
Skarface,
Marmalade,
Hashim,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Martian,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Crime,
Harpers Bizarre,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
X-102,
Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
June of 44,
Amazonics,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.