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 Iceland and from Delhi.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Joe Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Scion,
Index,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Ultravox,
Country Teasers,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Animal Collective,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
The Cramps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Altered Images,
Lightning Bolt,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Bill Wells,
Circle Jerks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yusef Lateef,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Sheep,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.