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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Judy Mowatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Model 500,
Moss Icon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Desert Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Funky Four + One,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
John Foxx,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Fatback Band,
The Evens,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.