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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Sonics,
Liliput,
Stetsasonic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Scrapy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Minny Pops,
Steve Hackett,
Erasure,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Sister Nancy,
Susan Cadogan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
Scratch Acid,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.