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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Pretty Things to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Chris & Cosey,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Fat Boys,
The Last Poets,
Sex Pistols,
Leonard Cohen,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Visage,
The Young Rascals,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gap Band,
Qualms,
Roxy Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Peter & Gordon,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quadrant,
Lou Christie,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stetsasonic,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.