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 Serbia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dark Day,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Vladislav Delay,
Japan,
Ice-T,
New York Dolls,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Y Pants,
Pole,
Deadbeat,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
UT,
Cymande,
Vainqueur,
Malaria!,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.