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 Brazil and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Althea and Donna,
Bootsy Collins,
Fela Kuti,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Fatback Band,
Warsaw,
Amon Düül II,
Yaz,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Smog,
Grey Daturas,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
Accadde A,
Reagan Youth,
Eric Copeland,
Cheater Slicks,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-102,
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Country Teasers,
Rotary Connection,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Babytalk,
Fugazi,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.