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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Desert Stars,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
The Beau Brummels,
Rakim,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
La Düsseldorf,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funky Four + One,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
Ultra Naté,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
cv313,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Crash Course in Science,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
The Fuzztones,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
The Wake,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
MDC,
The Fortunes,
Supertramp,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Blues Magoos,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Young Rascals,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.