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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Goldenarms to the funk 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bauhaus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eurythmics,
Max Romeo,
Average White Band,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Bourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Laurel Aitken,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Jawbox,
Underground Resistance,
Arab on Radar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Görl,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Can,
Cluster,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.