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 Togo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 World's Most to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Patti Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
Al Stewart,
The Residents,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
David McCallum,
8 Eyed Spy,
Negative Approach,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Ornette Coleman,
Metal Thangz,
Warsaw,
Pere Ubu,
Slave,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
Kenny Larkin,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronan,
Fear,
Blossom Toes,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter & Gordon,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camberwell Now,
Moebius,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eddi Front,
Talk Talk,
Severed Heads,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Ponytail,
Pussy Galore,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.