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 Panama and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Faust,
Moebius,
Amon Düül,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Trojans,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.