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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Motorama 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sister Nancy,
Minny Pops,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Harmonia,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
The Monks,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rotary Connection,
These Immortal Souls,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
The Modern Lovers,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moebius,
The Blackbyrds,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Ronnie Foster,
Thompson Twins,
Accadde A,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
ABC,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
Deakin,
Electric Prunes,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.