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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sound,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
FM Einheit,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy,
K-Klass,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cybotron,
Darondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Qualms,
Bootsy Collins,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Lalann,
The Leaves,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Unrelated Segments,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Y Pants,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Icehouse,
The Gap Band,
Khruangbin,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marvin Gaye,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.