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 Tuvalu and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonic Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skriet,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Dawn Penn,
The Music Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Kurtis Blow,
Franke,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
Von Mondo,
Masters at Work,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drexciya,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Basic Channel,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.