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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Red Krayola to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
The Slackers,
The Seeds,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
Eurythmics,
Gabor Szabo,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
This Heat,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
The Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
The Happenings,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Five Americans,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Anthony Braxton,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wolf Eyes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Supertramp,
Unrelated Segments,
Boredoms,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Index,
Smog,
Moss Icon,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Basic Channel,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Robert Wyatt,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Reagan Youth,
World's Most,
Hasil Adkins,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.