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 Senegal and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the funk 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
PIL,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Goldenarms,
The Black Dice,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Neon Judgement,
Quantec,
Thee Headcoats,
Hasil Adkins,
The Star Department,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
The Standells,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Sam Rivers,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Ohio Players,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tommy Roe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang of Four,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
Massinfluence,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.