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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 The Buckinghams 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Vainqueur,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hoover,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Scientists,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
The Monks,
Avey Tare,
Drexciya,
Fugazi,
X-101,
Brand Nubian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pylon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Donald Byrd,
Tim Buckley,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.