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 Australia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lee Hazlewood to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
The Angels of Light,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
The Human League,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Lebanon Hanover,
H. Thieme,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Excepter,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Barracudas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.