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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 the Germs to the funk 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
Ituana,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Underground Resistance,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
Barbara Tucker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Freddie Wadling,
Motorama,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
The Invisible,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
The Kinks,
Skaos,
Marine Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Pole,
The Doors,
Ponytail,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
Aloha Tigers,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.