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 Bahrain and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roy Ayers to the rock 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sam Rivers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Laurel Aitken,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Kayak,
Youth Brigade,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
World's Most,
Scion,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Los Fastidios,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sugar Minott,
U.S. Maple,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.