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 Azerbaijan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Sparks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
The Remains,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reuben Wilson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
Ice-T,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
The Fall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Parry Music,
The Golliwogs,
Simply Red,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.