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 Haiti and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Davy DMX to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rakim,
David Bowie,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Magma,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Easy Going,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Metal Thangz,
Darondo,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Searchers,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Stiv Bators,
Television,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris & Cosey,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
The Five Americans,
Half Japanese,
Aural Exciters,
Mars,
The Smiths,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Accadde A,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock, Sonny Sharrock.
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.