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 Nepal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marc Almond,
Brick,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rites of Spring,
Mantronix,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
Joy Division,
The Gladiators,
Erasure,
Scratch Acid,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeff Lynne,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nas,
Joe Finger,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
New York Dolls,
John Holt,
The Cramps,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.