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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Procol Harum 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang On A Can,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Deakin,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Minor Threat,
Surgeon,
Television,
Charles Mingus,
Eden Ahbez,
Smog,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Harmonia,
Grauzone,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agitation Free,
Faraquet,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Radiohead,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suburban Knight,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
10cc,
Michelle Simonal,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
Max Romeo,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.