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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Circle Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
AZ,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Janne Schatter,
The Young Rascals,
Ludus,
The Gap Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Maurizio,
DNA,
Hoover,
The Techniques,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Darondo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
K-Klass,
Gong,
Ash Ra Tempel,
B.T. Express,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Angry Samoans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Rapeman,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.