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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
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 Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rosa Yemen,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Mad Mike,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
MC5,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Can,
The Barracudas,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Soulsonic Force,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Byron Stingily,
Brass Construction,
Severed Heads,
Crispy Ambulance,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
Khruangbin,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Oneida,
K-Klass,
Gang of Four,
The Beau Brummels,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.