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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Yusef Lateef to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Heaven 17,
AZ,
Boogie Down Productions,
Al Stewart,
Eurythmics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
MDC,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Faust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
K-Klass,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
Kurtis Blow,
Y Pants,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultra Naté,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Altered Images,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.