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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Radio Birdman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Marine Girls,
The Toasters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Minutemen,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Spoonie Gee,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Hoover,
Ituana,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Harry Pussy,
Danielle Patucci,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Desert Stars,
Minny Pops,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Matthew Bourne,
Neu!,
Connie Case,
Severed Heads,
Janne Schatter,
Al Stewart,
Pussy Galore,
Chris & Cosey,
Rosa Yemen,
Rufus Thomas,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.