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 Azerbaijan and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane to the techno 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick Morgan,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Y Pants,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dark Day,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Mars,
The Beau Brummels,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Fear,
Ossler,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Motions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Ronan,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Archie Shepp,
Agent Orange,
Funky Four + One,
Charles Mingus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Guru Guru,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.