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 Colombia and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 John Holt to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Youth Brigade,
Bad Manners,
Cybotron,
Panda Bear,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
In Retrospect,
Make Up,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlback,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Japan,
Nirvana,
Neil Young,
Malaria!,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
10cc,
Andrew Hill,
Blancmange,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Television Personalities,
Bluetip,
Interpol,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Cameo,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.