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 Philippines and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Bar-Kays to the disco 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Fear,
Television Personalities,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wings,
Todd Terry,
Marine Girls,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Near,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.