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 Mongolia and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 OOIOO to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harry Pussy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Bobby Byrd,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Misunderstood,
Symarip,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
The Stooges,
Funkadelic,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Niagra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Minutemen,
Au Pairs,
K-Klass,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sunsets and Hearts,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.