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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
June Days,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
The Seeds,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Severed Heads,
The Modern Lovers,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
The New Christs,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Bob Dylan,
Sixth Finger,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
DJ Sneak,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Stiv Bators,
The Pop Group,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sound,
Fatback Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
Swell Maps,
Faraquet,
Jerry's Kids,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
The Moleskins,
The Dead C,
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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.