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 Canada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Curtis Mayfield to the jazz 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Unrelated Segments,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mo-Dettes,
Guru Guru,
Eric Copeland,
Erasure,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fear,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Mars,
Sex Pistols,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.