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 Grenada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
cv313,
Blancmange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The Gladiators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Henry Cow,
Joensuu 1685,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Chrome,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
The Stooges,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.