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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dorothy Ashby to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Q and Not U,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Piero Umiliani,
The Saints,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Hot Snakes,
The Grass Roots,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Junior Murvin,
Terry Callier,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.