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 Kuwait and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Symarip,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Trumans Water,
La Düsseldorf,
Minor Threat,
Maurizio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
The Raincoats,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Section 25,
The Standells,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
David McCallum,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
T. Rex,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
Von Mondo,
Gang Green,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
Parry Music,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Gichy Dan,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Infiniti,
Suburban Knight,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.