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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 United States of America to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
Tommy Roe,
The Happenings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
The Litter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shoche,
Average White Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
Wings,
China Crisis,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Count Five,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Bill Near,
New Order,
Don Cherry,
Agitation Free,
Michelle Simonal,
Shuggie Otis,
Swans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.