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 Monaco and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yaz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Bowie,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ituana,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang of Four,
The Victims,
Marmalade,
Outsiders,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mo-Dettes,
Bronski Beat,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Jandek,
Soft Machine,
Bang On A Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.