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 Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
AZ,
JFA,
The Saints,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Ludus,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stetsasonic,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Pantytec,
Black Flag,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Music Machine,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Searchers,
Isaac Hayes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ken Boothe,
Bob Dylan,
Eli Mardock,
John Lydon,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Moon,
Television,
Oneida,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Soul Sonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Anthony Braxton,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.