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 Austria and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hot Snakes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
David Axelrod,
Donny Hathaway,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Raincoats,
CMW,
Flipper,
Organ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cameo,
The American Breed,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Bad Manners,
June of 44,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC,
Stereo Dub,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
The Tremeloes,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
kango's stein massive,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.