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 Ivory Coast and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sonic Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Livin' Joy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Little Man,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joe Finger,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül II,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Fluxion,
The Misunderstood,
Marine Girls,
the Slits,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
One Last Wish,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Circle Jerks,
Stiv Bators,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Reed,
Soft Machine,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.