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 Guatemala and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the oboe 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Parry Music,
the Sonics,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
L. Decosne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Junior Murvin,
Motorama,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
MC5,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
The Remains,
Magma,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Radio Birdman,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
The Evens,
Television,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.