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 Uganda and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
T. Rex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Vladislav Delay,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Evens,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
Khruangbin,
Motorama,
The Move,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
Silicon Teens,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Connie Case,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
the Bar-Kays,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Young Rascals,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
The Count Five,
Pantaleimon,
Scrapy,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.