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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wings to the electroclash 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Near,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Danielle Patucci,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Ultravox,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Offenders,
Q65,
Crooked Eye,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Pussy Galore,
Mars,
Whodini,
John Coltrane,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.