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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Cecil Taylor 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flash Fearless,
Echospace,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ossler,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Schoolly D,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.