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 Armenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the electroclash 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Davy DMX,
Ken Boothe,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
The Raincoats,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Minor Threat,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
The Monochrome Set,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Magma,
Motorama,
John Foxx,
Eric Dolphy,
Lightning Bolt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
The Skatalites,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.