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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rekid to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Five Americans,
Ice-T,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Fatback Band,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Lou Christie,
Half Japanese,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Zapp,
Rotary Connection,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Dolphy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Wolf Eyes,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Bad Manners,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Loose Ends,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Theoretical Girls,
Jandek,
Underground Resistance,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Litter,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Das Ding,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
UT,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.