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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Raincoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Suicide,
Barry Ungar,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Stockholm Monsters,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Index,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Moody Blues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Standells,
Inner City,
The Young Rascals,
Pierre Henry,
The Busters,
Mission of Burma,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boredoms,
Wasted Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
In Retrospect,
Technova,
Patti Smith,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.