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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Eli Mardock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Eddi Front,
Eve St. Jones,
Wire,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
U.S. Maple,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.