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 Cambodia 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Avey Tare to the punk 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gun Club,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Rapeman,
Eden Ahbez,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
June Days,
Don Cherry,
This Heat,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Slackers,
Television,
the Human League,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Swans,
The Doors,
Simply Red,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.