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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Goldenarms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Todd Rundgren,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Excepter,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül,
Piero Umiliani,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Zapp,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Suicide,
Khruangbin,
Pulsallama,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Das Ding,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Pole,
Hot Snakes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
Unrelated Segments,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Faust,
The Slits,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.