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 Haiti and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 The Evens to the funk 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joensuu 1685,
the Sonics,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
X-101,
Crispian St. Peters,
Matthew Bourne,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Radiohead,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Cameo,
The Tremeloes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
David Bowie,
The Standells,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Heaven 17,
The Red Krayola,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Depeche Mode,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Eli Mardock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Byron Stingily,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.