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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 T. Rex to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Bronski Beat,
Nas,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moebius,
Organ,
Gang Starr,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kaleidoscope,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aloha Tigers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grauzone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Zeros,
Funky Four + One,
Deadbeat,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Crooked Eye,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gladiators,
Guru Guru,
Rapeman,
James White and The Blacks,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Visage,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythm & Sound,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.