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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bad Manners to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Happenings,
Johnny Clarke,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai,
Bootsy Collins,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
MC5,
Morten Harket,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barbara Tucker,
EPMD,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Near,
The Vogues,
Dawn Penn,
Porter Ricks,
Tommy Roe,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
H. Thieme,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.