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 Lithuania and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Oblivians,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gladiators,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Rapeman,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
These Immortal Souls,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.