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 Angola and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Silicon Teens to the dance 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
the Swans,
Yusef Lateef,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Skarface,
The Sonics,
Rekid,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Eric Dolphy,
Model 500,
Mission of Burma,
Eve St. Jones,
Yaz,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
Don Cherry,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
The Motions,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Rufus Thomas,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.