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 Luxembourg and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Quando Quango,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Five Americans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Dawn Penn,
Tubeway Army,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Smog,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Talk Talk,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ice-T,
Delta 5,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
DJ Sneak,
New Age Steppers,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
In Retrospect,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.