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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Con Funk Shun,
Infiniti,
Marvin Gaye,
The Slits,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Technova,
kango's stein massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Girls At Our Best!,
Japan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
The Wake,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
Crime,
Suicide,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
The Skatalites,
Ponytail,
10cc,
Minny Pops,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
the Swans,
Mars,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44,
Goldenarms,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.