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 Kosovo and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Symarip to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Durutti Column,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nik Kershaw,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rites of Spring,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fluxion,
Arab on Radar,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
These Immortal Souls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The Associates,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Invisible,
Donny Hathaway,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Oneida,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Saints,
Rapeman,
Eddi Front,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon,
The Skatalites,
Charles Mingus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blake Baxter,
Roxette,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Angels of Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.