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 Tonga and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Litter to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
Deadbeat,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Davy DMX,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Vladislav Delay,
Zero Boys,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Derrick May,
The Martian,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angry Samoans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
The Star Department,
Nick Fraelich,
Das Ding,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.