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 Azerbaijan and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Gang Dance,
Intrusion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Black Moon,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Deepchord,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Zeros,
The Fall,
Vladislav Delay,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Surgeon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Angry Samoans,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Godley & Creme,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Soulsonic Force,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
Danielle Patucci,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.