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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Style,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
Infiniti,
Prince Buster,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
CMW,
Nirvana,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Audionom,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mr. Review,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Danielle Patucci,
Oblivians,
The Durutti Column,
Matthew Halsall,
Al Stewart,
Can,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The J.B.'s,
Crime,
Avey Tare,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
MC5,
One Last Wish,
Godley & Creme,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.