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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 CMW to the rap 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
John Cale,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
The Count Five,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythm & Sound,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Associates,
Ultimate Spinach,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Depeche Mode,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Slackers,
Skaos,
The Seeds,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Excepter,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
Donny Hathaway,
Boz Scaggs,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Icehouse,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.