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 Guyana and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
Agitation Free,
The Seeds,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul II Soul,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Oblivians,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Mary Jane Girls,
Suicide,
Eurythmics,
Negative Approach,
Sonic Youth,
This Heat,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Bar-Kays,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
In Retrospect,
Aswad,
Television Personalities,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Invisible,
E-Dancer,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
Eden Ahbez,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
EPMD,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.