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 Gambia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Joe Smooth to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Style,
Harmonia,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Accadde A,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
Pulsallama,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
The Five Americans,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Darondo,
The New Christs,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Crash Course in Science,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sam Rivers,
Sister Nancy,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.