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 Bahamas and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Association to the grime 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Green,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Rotary Connection,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brothers Johnson,
L. Decosne,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
R.M.O.,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Sixth Finger,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Amon Düül,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Henry Cow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Magazine,
David Axelrod,
Bill Near,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.