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 Dominican Republic and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bootsy Collins to the disco 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
The Litter,
The Blues Magoos,
The Trojans,
Eli Mardock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Outsiders,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Selecter,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wolf Eyes,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Scrapy,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Archie Shepp,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Wings,
DNA,
Mr. Review,
The Doors,
Boredoms,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.