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 Tajikistan 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tommy Roe to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Martian,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kaleidoscope,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
The Pop Group,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
John Lydon,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
New York Dolls,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.