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 Ivory Coast and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
The New Christs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerri Chandler,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Sex Pistols,
Excepter,
The Moody Blues,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott Heron,
Section 25,
Minutemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wire,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
Joey Negro,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crooked Eye,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Carl Craig,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Youth Brigade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.