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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Gang Starr,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Black Moon,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
Harry Pussy,
Fat Boys,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
OOIOO,
Mission of Burma,
The Fuzztones,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Country Teasers,
Vainqueur,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Nils Olav,
Boredoms,
Index,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mantronix,
8 Eyed Spy,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
Susan Cadogan,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.