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 Eritrea and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Jakarta and Houston.
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 güiro 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Aswad,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Eric Copeland,
Blancmange,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Whodini,
Sixth Finger,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Smog,
Andrew Hill,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Mandrill,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Bluetip,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Schoolly D,
Marcia Griffiths,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Wyatt,
Malaria!,
Scientists,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.