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 Panama and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer 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 Funky Four + One to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Five Americans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Newcleus,
Peter & Gordon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Von Mondo,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Fraelich,
John Coltrane,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Sparks,
Carl Craig,
The J.B.'s,
Ultravox,
Hardrive,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Franke,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Mummies,
Los Fastidios,
Accadde A,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.