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 Lille.
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 Houston and Bologna.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Mills,
Franke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The United States of America,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Barclay James Harvest,
Archie Shepp,
Silicon Teens,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Faust,
Wally Richardson,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Stooges,
Von Mondo,
Donald Byrd,
The Last Poets,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
Fear,
Don Cherry,
Excepter,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Pylon,
B.T. Express,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kurtis Blow,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Blossom Toes,
Sandy B,
Public Enemy,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
The Seeds,
Dual Sessions,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.