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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Cowsills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
The Remains,
The Move,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
Henry Cow,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
The Gun Club,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
Dead Boys,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Cheater Slicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.