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 Latvia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
John Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
Cameo,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Eurythmics,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Stetsasonic,
The Pretty Things,
The Busters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Jandek,
AZ,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Man Parrish,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Country Teasers,
Qualms,
Jerry's Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.