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 China and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Soft Cell to the funk 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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Newcleus,
Index,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gong,
One Last Wish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
The Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Sister Nancy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
Barry Ungar,
The Misunderstood,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Make Up,
DNA,
Delon & Dalcan,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.