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 Bahamas and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott Heron to the jazz 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Bang On A Can,
Ronan,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
Index,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Charles Mingus,
Nirvana,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
The Seeds,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Zapp,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
The Birthday Party,
Fat Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
F. McDonald,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bauhaus,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.