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 Switzerland and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Wally Richardson to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Pus,
Echospace,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
John Foxx,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Model 500,
Loose Ends,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
Ken Boothe,
Scientists,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Interpol,
Judy Mowatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Jeru the Damaja,
Slick Rick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Michelle Simonal,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.