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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Oneida to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Slave,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
ABC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Malaria!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Lyres,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Iggy Pop,
The Misunderstood,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
The Motions,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
The Barracudas,
Animal Collective,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Connie Case,
Ice-T,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.