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 Lesotho and from Delhi.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Fort Wilson Riot to the funk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
Don Cherry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Pussy Galore,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Zero Boys,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Minny Pops,
Eric Copeland,
The Remains,
Organ,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Misunderstood,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Andrew Hill,
the Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Thompson Twins,
Zapp,
Animal Collective,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lakeside,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.