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 Liberia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 In Retrospect to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
DNA,
10cc,
Clear Light,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Parry Music,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Gang of Four,
Dark Day,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Bourne,
the Germs,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
Godley & Creme,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
Skriet,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Lyres,
The Gap Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.