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 Mongolia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Accadde A,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Junior Murvin,
Bootsy Collins,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
The Gap Band,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
Y Pants,
Scan 7,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Yusef Lateef,
Gichy Dan,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Faraquet,
Roxy Music,
The Selecter,
Cymande,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cameo,
Kenny Larkin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.