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 Saudi Arabia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rock 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Aswad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Nirvana,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Make Up,
Wings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The New Christs,
Chrome,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Shuggie Otis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alice Coltrane,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Dave Gahan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
MC5,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soft Cell,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.