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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Music Machine,
MC5,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
Zero Boys,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
Reuben Wilson,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Shuggie Otis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Letta Mbulu,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Deakin,
Magma,
PIL,
The Sound,
Cluster,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bill Wells,
Technova,
The Fire Engines,
Accadde A,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Slave,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.