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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Laurel Aitken to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Cluster 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 dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rakim,
Model 500,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Porter Ricks,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
John Holt,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Tom Boy,
The Gories,
Brand Nubian,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Symarip,
Bang On A Can,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Swans,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hoover,
Freddie Wadling,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
Section 25,
Animal Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
X-101,
Massinfluence,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.