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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Jimmy McGriff to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Qualms,
Ituana,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
The Doors,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Graham Central Station,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Henry Cow,
Magma,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Scion,
kango's stein massive,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Television,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Intrusion,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.