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 Djibouti and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Piero Umiliani to the rap 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Kenny Larkin,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Underground Resistance,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Deakin,
Japan,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
China Crisis,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
DJ Style,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
LL Cool J,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter & Gordon,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Cramps,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.