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 East Timor and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Easy Going,
Lyres,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Ornette Coleman,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Michelle Simonal,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hasil Adkins,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Heaven 17,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Clear Light,
Groovy Waters,
The Wake,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harmonia,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
8 Eyed Spy,
Accadde A,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
Spandau Ballet,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Cameo,
The Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.