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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Newcleus to the rock 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
CMW,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
Groovy Waters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
The Divine Comedy,
Gichy Dan,
The Black Dice,
ABC,
Dorothy Ashby,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Reuben Wilson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wally Richardson,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
Ultimate Spinach,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Adolescents,
Dual Sessions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Joe Finger,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fugazi,
Howard Jones,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Stereo Dub,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Pole,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.