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 Brazil 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Parry Music to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Model 500,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Motions,
Kool Moe Dee,
Interpol,
Panda Bear,
John Coltrane,
Main Source,
The Trojans,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Skriet,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Sherman,
Arcadia,
Don Cherry,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms,
The Moody Blues,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Al Stewart,
Sarah Menescal,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Man Eating Sloth,
Underground Resistance,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.