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 Lithuania and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gang Green,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Black Dice,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Procol Harum,
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monolake,
The Saints,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Jacob Miller,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Royal Trux,
John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Parry Music,
the Normal,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
The Searchers,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.