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 Monaco and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Donald Byrd 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
The Saints,
kango's stein massive,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Dual Sessions,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Soul II Soul,
Alton Ellis,
Pole,
Lebanon Hanover,
D'Angelo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Cale,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marvin Gaye,
Albert Ayler,
Main Source,
FM Einheit,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Ponytail,
Anakelly,
Gabor Szabo,
T. Rex,
Quadrant,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.