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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kurtis Blow,
Slave,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Althea and Donna,
David Axelrod,
Pagans,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jawbox,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Ronan,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
The Raincoats,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
A Certain Ratio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Godley & Creme,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Minnie Riperton,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Hood,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Blake Baxter,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.