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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Near,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott Heron,
UT,
T. Rex,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Rod Modell,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Von Mondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
kango's stein massive,
The Stooges,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Hashim,
Neu!,
The Blackbyrds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Derrick May,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.