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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aswad,
Brothers Johnson,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Arcadia,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
PIL,
John Holt,
Eric Dolphy,
Clear Light,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
The Doobie Brothers,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Mantronix,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Second Layer,
Porter Ricks,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Alice Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.