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 Korea South and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Busters to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Hashim,
Brass Construction,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
The Tremeloes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
The Names,
Yaz,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Blackbyrds,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Audionom,
Pole,
The Sound,
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Wolf Eyes,
Roy Ayers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Mummies,
Rod Modell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.