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 Libya and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Barbara Tucker to the rap 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
Bronski Beat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
OOIOO,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
ABC,
Inner City,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Echospace,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Porter Ricks,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
These Immortal Souls,
ABBA,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Grey Daturas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
Darondo,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Q65,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.