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 Yemen and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
The Cure,
Agitation Free,
Erykah Badu,
Graham Central Station,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Symarip,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
The J.B.'s,
The Black Dice,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
L. Decosne,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Count Five,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Skarface,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Warsaw,
The Evens,
Black Bananas,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Nirvana,
Amazonics,
David McCallum,
The Dirtbombs,
Can,
Banda Bassotti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.