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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
World's Most,
Fear,
The Grass Roots,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
The Fuzztones,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Eden Ahbez,
Au Pairs,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Darondo,
Shoche,
The Misunderstood,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flipper,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Faust,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Piero Umiliani,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Japan,
Smog,
Moebius,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Monks,
Pylon,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Offenders,
Swans,
June of 44,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Wyatt,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
The Names,
Pantytec,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.