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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the dance 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Sandy B,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Marvin Gaye,
Steve Hackett,
Underground Resistance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
Flipper,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Youth Brigade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blancmange,
Faraquet,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vainqueur,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Neon Judgement,
Rotary Connection,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
MC5,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Ultravox,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
Magazine,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Aaron Thompson,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Basic Channel,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.