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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Zapp to the rock 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Five Americans,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deadbeat,
The Modern Lovers,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Invisible,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
The Leaves,
Marmalade,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Letta Mbulu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül II,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quadrant,
Tommy Roe,
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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.