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 Samoa and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 X-101 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sound Behaviour,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Arab on Radar,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
Agitation Free,
The Gladiators,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Trumans Water,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pantaleimon,
Flash Fearless,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lakeside,
Fluxion,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantytec,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
Joe Smooth,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
PIL,
F. McDonald,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
Negative Approach,
FM Einheit,
Unrelated Segments,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Martian,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monks,
Magazine,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.