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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hoover,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Anthony Braxton,
Scratch Acid,
X-102,
Davy DMX,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
The Wake,
The Dead C,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Sherman,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Youth Brigade,
The Five Americans,
Rosa Yemen,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Massinfluence,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Byron Stingily,
The Cure,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Eddi Front,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
The Gories,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.