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 St Lucia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Warren Ellis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Von Mondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Matthew Bourne,
Blancmange,
Agent Orange,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Archie Shepp,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
X-102,
Shoche,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Remains,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Halsall,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Charles Mingus,
Minor Threat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
June of 44,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
Wings,
Aswad,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.