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 Luxembourg and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Dawn Penn to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Idris Muhammad,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Schoolly D,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Sound,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minny Pops,
Hashim,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
Visage,
June of 44,
Skriet,
Circle Jerks,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.