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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the disco 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slave,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Gabor Szabo,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
The Vogues,
Niagra,
Black Flag,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
Nico,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Music Machine,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.