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 Antigua and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Eve St. Jones to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Bauhaus,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
X-101,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Whodini,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crash Course in Science,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.