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 Iran and from Glasgow.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Barry Ungar to the grunge 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Pop Group,
Agent Orange,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott Heron,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül,
Glenn Branca,
Alton Ellis,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Schoolly D,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Cybotron,
The Mojo Men,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alphaville,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
The Techniques,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Radiohead,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
a-ha,
Scan 7,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Delta 5,
Bobby Womack,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Moebius,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Isaac Hayes,
U.S. Maple,
Nik Kershaw,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.