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 Nigeria and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Pus 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Index,
Yellowson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Infiniti,
Brick,
The Dirtbombs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
The Victims,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Man Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Can,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dennis Brown,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Maleditus Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Todd Rundgren,
Fifty Foot Hose,
PIL,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy Collins,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Television,
The Neon Judgement,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang of Four,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Rosa Yemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.