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 Suriname and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mission of Burma to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
Anakelly,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
the Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Rekid,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Neon Judgement,
48th St. Collective,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
China Crisis,
Smog,
Television,
Supertramp,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Beau Brummels,
Chris & Cosey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June of 44,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
The Skatalites,
Piero Umiliani,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.