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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the crunk 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes 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 rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
The Techniques,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erykah Badu,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Mars,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Icehouse,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.