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 Bahamas 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba 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 John Foxx to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Techniques,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
Underground Resistance,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Max Romeo,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
Gabor Szabo,
Unwound,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Toasters,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Depeche Mode,
Porter Ricks,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Trojans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Donald Byrd,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.